Fight Like Jesus

Just a few weeks post-op, I found myself standing in an unfamiliar pulpit, preparing to preach to a crowd of people who were mostly unknown to me. My hands were a bit shaky (a side effect of temporary medications); I had tried on too many outfits (in an attempt to figure out which what wouldContinue reading “Fight Like Jesus”

Ordinary Friday? (a poem for Good Friday)

Was it an ordinary Friday for some? Chores and meal prep? Betime stories and prayers? A typical Passover Maybe someone birthing a baby Some burying and grieving their dead Did they know? Were they caught up with the crush And rush of what’s happening to Jesus? What about those on the edges? In the country?Continue reading “Ordinary Friday? (a poem for Good Friday)”