MomminginMinistry

This Palm Sunday kind of hits different. If you're like me, I'm finding it a little harder to judge the crowd this time around. Because, like them, I kind of wish someone would ride into town and fix all this. Not later. Now. And not on a donkey. Maybe something with a little more "umph."  Like the people there, I can get an idea in my head of how God should operate, and usually my imagination for Holy things falls short. The people gathered weren't dumb or bad like we sometimes like to portray them. They had good reason to want what they wanted. They had good reason to be a little confused. Because things were bad. And things were confusing.   To set the scene, I’m borrowing a little from something I read in N.T. Wright's commentary on the Book of John… Imagine you’ve been in a coma, and you wake up unsure of what time of year it even is. But there are signs.  Maybe there are chocolate bunnies lining the shelves of Walgreens, little girls running around in fo...

This week The Table community talked a little about grief. I don’t mean to be a downer or make it weird but I have experience with grief. We’ve had miscarriages, both early and late, and in a lot of ways…. grief is grief. I’ve watched three different people, my dad, Dan’s mom, and Dan’s grandma, take their last breath. I’ve lost a dear friend at 33 and her daughter at 16. And, being in ministry I have been to an extraordinary amount of funerals The text we read last week was about an unusual end of life and "funeral" story. If you’ve seen The Chosen, I feel like it sets this part up really well. Jesus and his disciples are kind of hunkered down because lots of people want to kill them. Jesus gets word from his friends Mary and Martha that his friend, their brother, Lazarus is extremely sick. Please come. He waits. Says it won’t end in death and God would be glorified. Then suddenly one day he tells his disciples, Lazarus is asleep. We must go. And they’re very confused…if h...