Category Archives: Easter
Burning hearts
“Were not our hearts burning within us?”
Dirty shoes
Ann Voskamp shares about her boys wearing dirty shoes to church on Easter: “What You Really Need to Know the Day After Easter.”
Grounded in faith
“And so that Mary Magdalene would ground herself in faith, he refused to allow her to touch his feet after the resurrection.” (John of the Cross A.2.11.7) “. . . even though we once regarded Christ from a human point of view, we regard him thus no longer.” (2 Cor 5.16b)
Even in our weeping
I have always been intrigued by the story of Mary Magdalene at the tomb. Perhaps this is because I have spent too many hours of my life not recognizing the Lord even as He is standing there beside me. I can get stuck in the mode of: “They have taken my Lord, and I don’t …
First, we must cry out
Here’s a comforting take on the story of the road to Emmaus by Fr. David May from Madonna House: The Gospel is the story of the two disciples on the road to Emmaus. They are discussing the events of the Lord’s passion and death when suddenly Jesus comes up and joins them on the way. …
“What an Easter Monday Faith looks like”
A guest post from Ann Voskamp: “What an Easter Monday Faith looks like”
“. . . for they shall see God”
It’s still the time, the season, of remembering Christ’s appearances to those He loved. Let us not move too quickly back into ordinary time. (Is there ever an “ordinary” time with Christ in our lives?) Luci Shaw captures this need to learn to recognized Him in this Sunday-poem. We, too, need to “get beyond the …
That breakfast on the beach
Browsing through my journal, I came across a quote from five years ago that is a wonderful reflection on last Sunday’s gospel: “Feed my sheep,” Jesus said to Peter as the first rays of the sun went fanning out across the sky, but, before that, he said something else. The six other men had beached …
“He was one of us, no stranger . . .”
The poem for this Sunday describes the experience of the two disciples on the road to Emmaus: Companion When first He joined us, coming, it seemed from nowhere, and yet, somehow, as if he had followed us a long, long time, immediately, He was one of us, no stranger, but a close companion, speaking softly, …
