On the resurrection and our faithful repetition

For several months I’ve been serving as an editor for The Joyful Life Magazine, a beautiful piece of work that features honest essays, great recipes, and some fun DIY ideas. The magazine prints quarterly and would make a great Mother’s Day gift. It’s truly excellent.

Yesterday, the blog portion of the magazine hosted an essay of mine titled “Resurrection” and I’d love for you to read it here. They are doing great work at The Joyful Life and I’m happy to be a part of it

We want to be extraordinary, to live outside of the trap of time and space, but ordinary life requires so much from us and we forget.

Maybe what resurrection really calls for is that every day be a remembrance. Every crawl out of bed is the resurrection to a new day. Every task repeated from the monotony of quotidian life is the bearing-again of everything that gives life or is the result of living. The cleaning up, the putting away and getting out again, the daily opening and closing of books and doors and laptops can be a resurrection and a remembrance: we are not ordinary people, and this is not an ordinary life. We faithfully repeat the same things as we practice rising again, and again, and again.

Read the full post here.


A Good Friday, Indeed


The enemy thought he'd silenced our cries

And ended our Hope for all good.

Stuffed all the Light where the dead body lies,

But defeat Him that death never could.

They buried Him there and sealed Him up tight;

Hope, it went down in the tomb.

Brought Sunday morning back into light,

 And Life springing forth from the womb.

Love that would seal us, free us and teach,

Carried away in the shroud.

Look for Him, find Him there, just within reach,

And coming again in the cloud.

Light, it breaks forth, and no one can take

The hope that so safely resides

In breasts beating light and hearts that must make

Him Lord, and none other besides.

This started as a five-minute prompt from Lisa-Jo, but I confess to spending a little more time than that.  It's Good Friday, after all.

And what makes this any better than last Friday, or next?  Why do Christians celebrate a gruesome death, an execution, really?

It's not so much the Friday, but the Sunday that's coming.  Sunday will be awesome.

I'm not big on celebrations or traditions.  We have a few, like our Christmas Eve slumber party and our birthday treasure hunts.  I guess that throwing the aluminum-foil balls at each other when we have baked potatoes is kind of a tradition.  But we will for sure be making these Saturday evening, and we may even eat them before breakfast because what better to wake up to than sweet, empty calories/tombs?

Who is he who condemns? It is Christ who died, and furthermore is also risen, who is even at the right hand of God, who also makes intercession for us. - Rom 8:34 NKJV