Unnamed No one knew his name anymore. His mother was the last to speak it, and she was gone, leaving him suspended above a crowd alone, a crowd who would never know his name, but only his actions. Thief. Criminal. These were his names now. He had no one to stand nearby and weep for him. No one to mourn…
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Tormented The demons tormented her for years. Twisting her thoughts, her reasoning, and her resolve in moments of possession. The children in town ran from her, shouting names and insults, no doubt repeating what they’d heard at home. The words stung as badly as the stones they occasionally threw at her feet. Mary was a woman of means, but no…
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“Lord, why can’t I follow you now? I will lay down my life for your sake.” Peter’s passionate declaration on the night of the last supper now rang false in his own ears. The words had taken residence inside him after the night of Jesus’ arrest. They were an accusation of his own making. In a fit of fear and…
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A mother’s heart She rushed close enough to the cross to hear his voice. In his strained voice she heard faint reminders of the infant who babbled nonsense at her breast. Reminders of the little boy chanting the Psalms, and the young man whose voice cracked for months every time he called her “Mother’. Like John, she knew his chest…
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Holy Week has always been a mystery to me. In my faith tradition, celebrating Lent and the events leading up to Easter was best left to the Liturgists. While Easter is equally important to Christmas, it lacked the anticipation and starry-eyed magic of the Christmas season. Instead, Holy Week was a long, slow march towards death. Death to self and…
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