A Passage Through Thorns
On the way to the vernal pond, I notice how we can’t even approach it unless we pass through the thorns. There’s no way around them. These thorns tangle and form a crown above us. This Easter, I think of the passage Christ paves through that crown of thorns he wore at the crucifixion. And […]
My Easter Tantrums
I could chronicle my life in tantrums. Two years ago, I demanded new Easter dresses and complained that we didn’t have reservations at the expensive place where all the neighbors have Easter brunch. Can you believe it? We were miserable in those dresses, and we changed into our shorts and t-shirts and ended up having […]
What Has to Die in Me?
This afternoon, I notice my winterberry bush budding in the backyard. Those blooms hold particular significance this Easter season because I’ve beheld their cycle this whole year. I see death and resurrection, and I suddenly remember the importance of death. For months, this bush seemed more acquainted with death than life. The brittle and […]
The Flair Disaster
Today in church, during the most reflective part, a little girl in a soft pink Easter dress spilled her grape communion juice. It trickled down her dress and pooled on the floor beneath her sandals. I was sitting two rows behind her. Quickly, her grandpa and grandma (who happened to be the pastor and his […]