Good Friday and Easter Sunday represent vastly different tones. Friday was bleak and somber death while Sunday was glorious and triumphant resurrection. But both days actually have something in common: the emptiness came first. The day that Jesus died, His followers would take His body …
I didn’t want the new year to come. Everyone seemed to be ready for a fresh start, or minimally to put a little more distance between us and that blight of our existence, the year 2020. In fact, when Betty White passed just shy of …
Have we ever been down a longer road of uncertainty, where the bends are so continuous that we can’t quite see around them to the destination beyond? At a global level, covid has created a mask over our eyes as much as our mouths; despite …