In My Place
There was a tot, Who eyed a toy, When no one looked, He acted coy, Then reaching out, The thieving boy ...
There was a tot, Who eyed a toy, When no one looked, He acted coy, Then reaching out, The thieving boy ...
Death is an awful word. Rude and impolite. An intrusion. It never thinks to ask our permission – nor even our opinion. It is appalling and repulsive, fearful and final. It sucks the oxygen out of every joy. It snuffs out every candle and "raisins" every grape.
Before Good Friday can be good, something must be very bad. Are we really in severe danger? If taken to court, would there be sufficient evidence to render a guilty verdict against us? And, would the charges be petty theft or capital murder?
When you think about the Good News of Jesus, what is the first thing that comes to mind? That is your lead foot ...
The last time I walked by a cemetery, I didn't see anyone rise from the ground. But Easter reminds us that all isn't as it seems ...
One thing I find attractive about Christianity is that it has a basis in reason, logic, and discoverable truth. What do I mean? It holds up under critical thinking ...