Easter began in the dark

Tomorrow he would hang for love alone, to become the bridge of light and life between God and mankind. To cancel sin’s power over you and me. But Jesus, hours before his crucifixion, prayed in a garden. Please don’t picture a neatly groomed, long-haired man sitting on a large rock …

Sunny Side Up Has a Southern Twin

  The sun hefted itself in a glorious yellow blaze over my office windowsill today. “Watch for good things,” God seemed to whisper. Indeed. My smile won’t straighten. Precisely 38 miles Southwest of Muscle Shoals, Alabama, 90 miles West of Huntsville, Alabama, 42 miles Northeast of Tupelo, Mississippi, 123 miles …

Reflection For a Fallen Sparrow

Lakshmi* is a Christian Dalit woman I met in India years ago. Her gentle smile and deeply haunted eyes, caught in a photo, captivated me long before I made the trip. Over there, despite the barriers between us—language, nationality, distance—we formed a connection I can’t explain. During a Bible study …

Jesus and the Old Goat

“Know what? We need a scapegoat,” I told the Preacher. “Someone to take the blame for everything that goes wrong around here.” He chuckled. It all started the day the car stereo died. We’d had music on the way to our friends’ home, but driving back, the radio wouldn’t turn …

God’s Unexpected Gifts

The Preacher and I spoke at one of our former churches a while back. The platform seemed lower and wider, but the church had changed little in two decades.  It took a long time to get to my seat—too many friends lined the aisles. And I would have missed Lisa …

What’s Better than Chocolate?

Could have been his grey hair. Most likely his walker, a long-term result of his West Nile neurological Disease. But a few weekends back, someone much younger guessed the Preacher’s age at 75—almost two decades up the road. It stuck in his craw, I think. At precisely 8:45 last evening, …