Hallowing the Change
Our son’s first tooth fell out this past week.
In my experience, many pastors and ministry leaders approach the death of Jesus much too casually with children.
Do you remember observing Maundy Thursday at home last year? It felt like a quaint, one-time experience to share with our households, then years later share as a story with future generations of the family. Except of course, it wasn’t a one-time experience. We’re here again a year later with another Maundy Thursday at home.
It’s late to be writing a post about Lent, but I’m of the modest opinion that the practices you take on in Lent aren’t just seasonal.
For years, when I thought of Palm Sunday, I envisioned Jesus riding into Jerusalem with fanfare, celebration, and glory.
For the second year in a row, we’ll not be at church on Palm Sunday, and I won’t be in charge of the donkey.
This year, Ash Wednesday looked like parking in a 12-minute spot on the corner of Bay and Montecito and walking up to the front step of our church building.
When I worked with youth, one of my favorite events was an agape meal. It started as a Seder and I eventually started calling it “What Would Jesus Eat” which I found hilarious.
Apparently, there are different kinds of ‘alone.’
As this article is being written, I am on the 20th day being home with my husband, two small children, and my mother.