Maundy Thursday (Year 3, NL)
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December 1, Advent 1C (Luke 21:25-36)
If our faith cannot help us escape tribulations, then what should we do when we face them?
Words to remember (Psalm 34:1-10, 22)
Psalm 34 is like balm to the weary spirit and nourishment to the hungry soul.
A famous Passion play’s evolution
In Oberammergau, the keepers of a centuries-old tradition have made
big changes—including efforts to expunge antisemitic material.
What should churches do about the treatment of “the Jews” in John?
“Each of the typical approaches has problems. The best solution would be to change the lectionary.”
Steve Thorngate interviews Amy-Jill Levine
April 10, Passion Sunday C (Luke 22:14-23:56)
We betray Jesus for far less than was offered to Judas.
At all times? (Psalm 34:1-8, 19-22)
This psalm is hard to take.
April 14, Passion Sunday C (Luke 22:14-23:56)
We recognize ourselves in those who accompany Jesus on that longest, hardest night.
by Ron Adams
Silence in the face of mystery
God is the encounter we can't control.
The Red Hen and the spirit of Eucharist
Sarah Huckabee Sanders was denied a meal at a Virginia restaurant. I wonder who's welcome at our table.
When Ruby Bridges prayed for her enemies
In the face of mob violence, a six-year-old responded with love.
Crucifixion, by Giovanni Stradano (1523–1605)
Art selection and commentary by Heidi J. Hornik and Mikeal C. Parsons
November 20, Reign of Christ: Luke 23:33-43
Luke's text for Reign of Christ Sunday is a searing critique of leaders who are powerful but not vulnerable.
Poetry that bids us welcome
How is it that the poems of a 17th-century aristocrat still resonate with us?
The passion hurts
During Holy Week, it's common for worship leaders to ask people to consider their place in the drama of Jesus' final days. To what extent do we betray him, deny him, insult him, crucify him? When do we, like the crowds, find ourselves gawking at suffering with prurient glee? When do we, like the thieves, alternately ridicule the truth, then believe in it? When do we, like the centurion, make our confession--though perhaps a moment too late?