Death in Spring: two Holy Week meditations

Death encounters On the first day of Spring, I awoke to a voicemail from a friend, her voice cracking with emotion as she said that her mother had unexpectedly died. Please pray for us, Sister. The rest of that day, I attended a funeral for someone else, for the husband of a friend of myContinue reading “Death in Spring: two Holy Week meditations”

loving to death

My holy week began in a simple rural church in Iowa. With crowds of farming families I chanted “crucify him, crucify him.”  My voice shook with shame.  It’s not pretend, it’s prayer.  Tears welled up within.  Why did the Church design it that I have to be the one who sentences my love to death? Stone-coldContinue reading “loving to death”