On The Way To Easter: Mourning With Jesus

it wasn’t the resurrection that first drew me to Jesus. The idea of resurrection was confusing, even offensive, at the time. It was Jesus as he wept over Lazarus that first drew me in. A man overcome with grief was something I could understand and hang on to. [Read more…]

Raising Ben

“Ezra, honey, I’ve got some bad news.” “What’s wrong, Daddy?” “Ben died, sweetie.  I’m sorry.” Ezra walked slowly to the kitchen, where Ben lie on his back, one-inch claws pointing stiffly upward.  Ezra stared at his beloved hermit crab in disbelief.  And then he began wailing.  Keening really. He was rocking back and forth, with [Read More…]