Igniting Hope

In Vision
In Vision

From the beginning, Peter was all in. Jesus said leave everything, and he did. From early on, Peter said what he thought, when he thought it, and how he thought it. And the “it” was usually his opinion about how things should go. Jesus did not hesitate to set him straight.

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In Peace
In Peace

“Are we next?” Sitting behind a locked door (which in actuality would not keep anyone out), conversation paused each time someone passed by the door. Emotions, too weighty for words, sat heavily in the room. What was going on? The women say Jesus has risen from the dead. As soon as the words sank in, we fell all over each other trying to go see for ourselves. His body is gone – that much is certain.

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In Authenticity
In Authenticity

When Jesus came to Mary in the garden after his resurrection, it’s hard for me to understand why she didn’t recognize him. She had been around him, knew his form, his smell, his humor, his passion…and despite all that, she didn’t recognize him until he spoke her name.

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Through Suffering
Through Suffering

No matter how often it happened, Simon could never get used to the heavy cloud of blood, sweat, and body odor that wafted up from the men carrying their crosses. He wasn’t even supposed to be there that day, walking home from the market when the morbid procession had caught him up in its clutches. And when a guard called him from the crowd, pointing with his bloody whip to a collapsed man, a thorny crown pressed into his skull, cross slicked with his blood, Simon’s heart sank.

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In Meekness
In Meekness

He just took it. The misuse of power…the calculated baiting…the mockery. When they tried to trick him into a self-damning confession, he said nothing. When the system of justice proved once and for all to be broken irrevocably, he let them take him. When Peter saved himself rather than his friend, he knew it. And when Pilate washed his hands of fortitude, he braced his shoulders and turned towards the cross.

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In Vigil
In Vigil

Sitting on the floor outside her hospital room, the three girls whispered, afraid to disturb the patient. Listening to each noisy breath, they whispered so voices would not obscure any new sound. When the breathing faltered, their whispers ceased. When breathing resumed, their breath came out in a collective sigh. The waiting felt unbearable, as if each minute had a mind of its own and was determined to make its own time.

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