Envisioning Jesus in Our Own Image
Mom, I thought Jesus had white skin?
Why do we need to keep the kids busy all summer? Aren’t they busy enough all during the school year? Don’t they deserve a little time to rest and relax, too?
“Are you sad?” Without hesitation he said no, and he then paused and asked me, “Why, are you?”
Jesus tells us to have the faith of a child, but I wonder if there is also something to having the summer of a child.
Well, I feel like I need to come clean: I failed.
In this season of Easter, I have been wondering just when and how Jesus might reveal himself to our oldest son, or all our sons for that matter.
As part of the One Thousand Days of Love campaign, Episcopal Relief & Development is offering a simple way for churches and parents to think beyond candy and stickers by adding some empathy and gratitude to this year’s Easter egg hunts.
When we read Bible stories, we always want to cast ourselves as favorably as possible. Sure, we might not be the Forgiving Father – that’s clearly Jesus casting himself in his story, right? – but we could at least be the forgiven son. Except we usually aren’t.
Today we celebrate the Feast of the Annunciation, the moment when God sends an angel to a young, unknown, unimportant Jewish woman to announce that she will bear the Savior.
What do we do when we, as a congregation, as a community, as a world, are truly exhausted and need the rest Jesus promises? Is that space still in the sanctuary? Or are we meant to seek peace away from our community as we heal?