Week 7 (Year 2, NL)

When David was anointed, no one voted.

Jesus moves in the same direction as other pilgrims but at a pace and purpose that is his own.

For almost 40 years they have done their plodding, gracious work on me and my vocation.

Maybe she's more than just a wet blanket.

The gap in the lectionary’s account of the return of the Ark of the Covenant echoes a pattern we have seen too often in our country.

Whatever else David is, he is recognizably human and not a fairy-tale king.

An odd, charming gospel account that draws from dozens of sources

Palm Sunday makes me cringe.

Humility isn't a stunt for Jesus—it's a condition of his life.

On Saturdays at First Presbyterian, the congregants know good jazz when they hear it. But the event is first of all a church service.

Robert Barron’s grasp of the complex development of David’s character in 2 Samuel is unsurpassed. And his references to history and literature are more than adornment.

Perhaps there is a connection we shouldn't miss between David's dancing with all his might--uninhibited, unclad, unaware of disapproval--and the generosity with which he blesses and distributes food to all the people. Both are extravagant gestures that turn love into action, withholding nothing.

I've never knowingly visited purgatory or fairy land, but I have set foot in a few small places that, once entered, prove to be larger.

A few years ago, while wandering through the Old City of Jerusalem, I stumbled upon a spray-painted sign on the side of a small factory building. It called out in English: “We need peace.”

It seemed to me like a modern-day cry of “hosanna” coming from the people of Jerusalem.

How does a crowd turn from shouts of joy to cries of murder in such a short span?

When I was a child, I loved Palm Sunday because we got to act out the biblical version of a ticker-tape parade. Later I learned of the ephemeral quality of stardom and parades and decided that Palm Sunday and Passion Week belong together. As a pastor, I have accepted the dismal fact that most of our people skip Thursday, Friday and Saturday, slipping from parade pandemonium to Easter ecstasy with none of the suffering and pain.

The two disciples must have imagined a grander and nobler role for themselves than donkey detail. For this they left their fishing nets?