Ezekiel 37
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Bone chapels and their strange art
In catacombs, crypts, and ossuaries, I’ve seen the ugliness of death transformed into something beautiful.
Living and leading from our mortality
“Yearning for life is a part of what it means to be human.”
a conversation between Kate Bowler and Luke A. Powery
Wombs and tombs (Pentecost B) (Ezekiel 37:1-14; Romans 8:22-27)
God’s Spirit before birth and after death
Prophesy to the breath (Ezekiel 37:1-14) Lent 5A
We practice our faith in the season of Lent so that we know what to do when things get harder.
The U.S.-Mexico border, where migrants are hunted
What does it do to the body and spirit to be preyed upon constantly?
Ezekiel and the Valley of Life, fresco, ca. 239
The synagogue at Dura, in present-day Syria, contained three murals recounting the history of Israel from the ancestral period through the exile and resettlement of the land.
Art selection by Heidi J. Hornik and Mikeal C. Parsons
The Spirit of the Lord in us (Ezekiel 37:1-14; Romans 8:6-11)
Honestly, it seems like our flesh has a massive design flaw.
Belonging or not: My life as a nonjoiner
When I was baptized at 12, I refused what Baptists call “the right hand of fellowship.” I wanted the water but not the fellowship.
by Amy Frykholm
Can these dry bones become a movement?
Langston Hughes challenged our consciousness by asking, “What happens to a dream deferred?” What results when hope, aspirations, callings, and promises are delayed, put off, postponed, or thwarted? Were they flawed expectations? Do such deferred dreams become burdensome desires that fade and never manifest, forever haunting us?
Six months after Michael Brown was fatally shot by a white police officer in Ferguson, Missouri—where I serve as a pastor—there are families still wrestling with the question, “What would have happened if...?”
Revival in the white church
What would it mean for us to be filled with the breath of God again and come to life for the sake of racial justice?
The bones of exile
I remember I stopped dead in my tracks. I had been walking along the flat, dark shale bed of the ravine behind my grandfather’s farmhouse in southern Indiana. There on the ground, still in perfect alignment, lay the skeleton of a cow that had wandered away one winter many years ago and had slipped and fallen into the ravine. The bones lay in precise order—the head bone connected to the neck bone, the neck bone connected to the back bone, and so on.
Sunday, April 6, 2014: Ezekiel 37:1-14; John 11:1-45
God calls us out of the metaphorical tombs in which we are buried: addiction, hopelessness, guilt. But I believe God also calls us out of the tangible tombs of entrenched poverty, poor education, and limited opportunity.