And when He had taken some bread and given thanks, He broke it and gave it to them, saying, “This is My body which is given for you; do this . . .
Now on the next day, the day after the preparation, the chief priests and the Pharisees gathered together with Pilate, and said, “Sir, we remember that when He was still alive that deceiver . . .
Taking the body, Joseph wrapped it in clean linen and laid it in his new tomb that he had hewn in the rock. Then he rolled a huge stone across . . .
It’s Holy Week. This is no time to be timid. It’s time to long. To groan. To ache. To mourn. To hunger. Most of the time, I live life too . . .
Where we downplay the central role of the body in human experience, we downplay the role of the body in our own relationships with God.
Good Friday reaches a part of me other holidays can’t. I need it. I love it.
There’s a powerful message among us that is wreaking havoc everywhere.
It goes something like this: God restricts you to only a little bit, but there is so much more to have!