Once the Marys witnessed the empty tomb, and made their way towards the other disciples, they must have been absolutely giddy upon meeting the resurrected Jesus on the road. The inaugural Eighth Day had begun and would carry them into the rest of their lives!
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The Gift of the Friendly Beasts
It is best that we are not led into the temptation to jump ahead to Easter. Instead, let us be willing to observe the events of Holy Week at, say, a donkey’s pace. To that point, I created a new refrain in the donkey’s song. It goes like this: “Aye,”
Breathe In… Breathe Out
This is where God’s glory is revealed: not only in bringing life out of death, but in dispelling despair—restoring hope where none seemed possible. The valley is not the end. The tomb is not the end. Despair is not the end.
A moment to look at structural racism, the system of laws, regulations, algorithms and rules which govern our society, which are invisible to white Americans, but harm African Americans every day.