The Afterword

Tag: easter

  • What Now? – John 21

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    Two weeks after Easter,people were already backto ordinary things. Back to work,back to home,back to the placesthat felt familiar enoughto hold their confusion. Jesus was risen.That much was clear.Eternal life was theirs.But what did that meanon a Monday,or in grief,or when your body hurt,or when someone you loveddied too soon? The disciples went fishing.Of course…

  • The King of Peace

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    He goes before usnot hurried,not turning aside,not shielding himselffrom what he knows is coming. We follow behind himinto the city of palms,into the trembling air,into the week that gatherslike stormlight at the edge of the sky. He is called king,but not the kindwho comes with horses,with iron,with banners snapping above the will of men. He…

  • Closer Than You Knew

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    People have always told stories—about gods who died,about love that survives death,about light returning after darkness. Before theology,before churches,there were questionsand songsand open hands. We reached outbecause something in usknew there was more. Some saythese old storieswere just wrong turns—ways of avoiding God. But I thinkthey were honest guesses,not perfect,but not pointless. They came from…

  • Two Deaths, One Cross

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    There are two ways to tell the story—two levels on which death can be thought. One is sweat and struggle,politics and betrayal,the kind of death you can reconstructwith names and timelines,a corrupt priesthood guarding its place,a Roman governor playing at peacewhile fearing a riot.Crowds sway like reeds in a storm.This is the deaththat history books…

  • Hosanna and Tears – Luke 19:28–44

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    (A Lament in the Key of Hallel) It moves in slow motion—this final week.Like a breath held in the lungs of heaven.Something vast is about to crack the sky. Jesus rides.Not on a war horse.On a borrowed colt.No sword at his side,just a heart full of sorrowand a soul set like flint. He’s walked every…