Luke

The disciples can barely believe that Jesus is dead, let alone that he has been raised to life once more.

As the women prepared the oil and spices, I think they must have told stories.

As the women prepared the oil and spices, I think they must have told stories.

As the women prepared the oil and spices, I think they must have told stories.

In the Parable novels, Octavia Butler imagines not just a dystopian future but also a way to survive it.

What do we do with our powerlessness?

When we cannot praise, the rest of creation carries the song.

What do we do with our powerlessness?

The prodigal’s return looks more like a strategy than a wholehearted conversion.

There is no resolution to the prodigal son story, only the resonance of the father’s words.

In order to stop it, we have to understand it.

Who can resist the gardener’s advice to dig around deeply and replenish the soil?

We live with a clear-eyed hope that refuses to squint in the face of suffering.

God chooses to draw near—and to draw us out of ourselves.

Peter, James, and John are all of us.

Apparently, it’s not up for discussion.

I want to be surprised by God, even if that surprise might scare the bejesus out of me.

I want to be surprised by God, even if that surprise might scare the bejesus out of me.