On faith, prayer, and the quiet journey of the spiritual life.
The room is warm with the smell of roasted lamb and unleavened bread. Lamps flicker against the stone walls. Twelve men recline around a table, their sandals still dusty from the road, their voices low with the familiar cadences of the Passover ritual. And at the center of it all, Jesus — who kn...
Read reflectionIn the lamplight of the upper room, the air is heavy with things unspoken. Bread and wine have been shared. Feet have been washed. But now Jesus is troubled — troubled in spirit, in a way the disciples have never see...
Read more →Six days before Passover. The countdown has begun. In the village of Bethany, at the table of friends — Martha serving, Lazarus reclining beside the One who called him back from the tomb — the air is ordinary and ext...
Read more →The night has come down over Jerusalem with unusual weight. Torches flicker beyond the olive trees. In a garden whose name means "oil press," a man lies prostrate on the cold ground, his face pressed against the eart...
Read more →The council chamber is thick with tension. Torches cast long shadows across the faces of priests and elders, men who have spent their lives guarding the traditions of Israel. Outside, the roads to Jerusalem are crowd...
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