Originally published: April 18, 2025“They took Jesus…”That’s how it begins.Not gently.Not prayerfully.Not even justly.“They took Jesus…”The government, the religious elite, the soldiers, the crowds…They took him, bound him, beat him, and nailed him to wood.And we like to think we wouldn’t be part of that crowd.But I wonder…Would we have spoken up?Or would we have…
Originally published: April 17,2025They hoard thunderin their clenched fists,calling it sovereignty,as if sound alone could summon eternity.They beat drums of warto drown the silence of their hollow souls,marching in circlesaround altars built of fear.But no tyrant sleeps soundly.They are dreamless men,haunted not by ghosts—but by the absence of God.See how they clingto perishable crowns,golden circlets…
Originally published: April 17,2025You who try to justify your crueltyby law, by policy, by Scripture twisted into chainsYou who bomb the innocent and call it peace,who deport the desperate and call it order,who deny care to the sick and call it economics, who lock away the hungry and say they should have tried harderThe Lord…
Originally published: April 17,2025 This morning, I’ve been sitting quietly with John 13. A sacred moment unfolds before us—Jesus, on the eve of betrayal, takes off his outer robe, wraps a towel around himself, pours water into a basin, and kneels to wash the feet of his disciples.He doesn’t preach.He doesn’t perform.He simply serves.And in…
(Originally published: April 16,2025)A Holy Week Reflection on John 13:21–32 Today, I am tired.Not the kind of tired a nap can fix, but the kind that settles in your bones when you’ve been holding too much for too long. The kind that comes from standing at the intersection of grief and hope for too many…
Originally published: April 15,2025 “Sir, we wish to see Jesus…” These words echo across time and space, don’t they?They could just as easily have been spoken today—from a grieving mother on the Gaza border, from a transgender teen seeking sanctuary, from a migrant family at our southern border, from a young person despairing at the…
Originally published: April 14,2025 Yes. Yes. Say it again. Cry it loud.An innocent brown-skinned man was sentenced to death.An innocent brown-skinned man was sentenced to death!An innocent brown skinned man was sentenced to death!And we—we who dare to wear the name Christian—walk through Holy Week as if it’s a pageant.As if the cross is a…
Originally published: April 8, 2025 I will not risefor hollow words.Not when justice lies face down,its breath pressed out beneath the weightof power unchecked.Not when mothers wake to absence,and freedom wears a numberon its back.You ask me how I doand I could lie,could paint my sorrow in polite colors,could swallow rage like communion wine.But the…
Originally published April 7, 2025 Woe to you, America, land of plenty, where the fruit of the earth rots in silos while children cry themselves to sleep with empty stomachs. Woe to the lawmakers who line their pockets with gold while ignoring the widow, the orphan, and the refugee at the gates. You call yourself…
There are moments in life when the weight of unspoken truth becomes too heavy to carry alone. The tears slip quietly through the cracks of our carefully composed smiles, and we find ourselves longing for a love that can hold the fullness of who we are—without fear, without condition, without shrinking. I wrote The Weight…