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Signs of Spring

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John 20:1-18
This year, Easter is the second latest Easter could ever be, and yet, we find ourselves here Minnesota at the end of April, still dealing with a few scattered dirty melting snow piles, (at least until this morning), still unable to put away the winter gloves or turn off the heat.  The craving, the yearning for new life is so great; I can’t remember longing for Spring before with as much intensity as I have this year.  Maisy has been pointing out “signs of spring” for the past two months. “Mommy!" she’ll gasp, stopping on the sidewalk next to a 2 foot high mound of snow, “There’s some grass peeking out! It’s a sign of Spring!” “Mommy!” pointing into a brown and frozen garden, “There is onepurpleflower! A sign of Spring!” And slowly, more gradually than usual, it seems, Spring is creeping in, and because of her eyes, I have noticed it and drunk in each little glimpse. 
We hunger for life, we crave it and need it and know it when we see it.  Because we were made for it. …

Resurrection thoughts

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Each year, around Easter, the folks over at Patheos invite responses to a question about the Resurrection.  Last year's question was, "Why do you need the Resurrection?", and this year's question was the more elemental, "Is the Resurrection for Real?" (e.g., Is it physical or spiritual?)

Various folks answered these two questions, in 100 words or less. For some reason, 100 words or less is an odd format that works for me, and I found the exercise really intriguing and thought-provoking.  Last year, it helped me to shape my Easter sermon, and both times it has forced me to enter into the story, and my story, more fully.

Here are my answers with links to the other responses.


I need the Resurrection because my sister is sick and can’t afford insurance, because I’ve told a weeping Haitian mom, “No, I can’t take your son home with me.” because I’ve been rushed off a Jerusalem street so a robot could blow up a bag that could’ve blown up us. because I’ve exploded in ra…

The Easter Minister's (Mom's) Dilemma

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Remembering this feeling... repraying this prayer, so reposting this post. 
All you ministers, moms (and dads) out there - May your Holy Week preparations be a blessing to you!


This is a strange time of year to be a Minister.
It's Monday of Holy Week, and I am trying to get my mind into Easter mode so I can write THE sermon, but Maundy Thursday and Good Friday are still on the horizon, and I am a huge proponent of intentionally living in each day of Lent and really experiencing the journey.  Also, today I bought like a carload of easter basket crap, two dozen eggs and some dye, and all the ingredients to make my famous white chocolate lemon Easter Cake to bring to Aunt Sue's for the big get together on Easter afternoon. And I have to make sure my daughter has tights for her new Easter dress, and we can find my son's dressy shoes from Christmas (and that they still fit), so they can be all adorable for church and the egg hunt and the family photos. So I guess being a mom tak…

It all starts with a parade...

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Throughout Lent, at LNPC we are exploring the Biblical Stations of the Cross.  We have the stations up in our sanctuary, and the congregation is doing a Lenten Worship Project, bringing in images that we find in media, our lives, art, etc. and helping to construct one of the stations during worship each week.  This week, our project continues, and all the pieces come together as our Palm Sunday Prayer.

Psalm 118:1-2, 19-29 Matthew 21:1-11 Lenten Worship Project: Palm Sunday - Ashes & Cross
It all starts with a parade.

We used to live in Pasadena, and every year, we would wake up early on New Year’s Day, walk a few blocks from our apartment and stake our spot along the curb to watch the Rose Parade. Now THERE was a parade. People camped out all night for the good seats – youth groups did fundraisers to hold spots for people who would arrive the next day just in time for the parade to start. When the sidewalks were full and people were all settled on their balconies the whole thing woul…

Woman, here is your son...

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Throughout Lent, at LNPC we are exploring the Biblical Stations of the Cross.  We have the stations up in our sanctuary, and the congregation is doing a Lenten Worship Project, bringing in images that we find in media, our lives, art, etc. and helping to construct one of the stations during worship each week.  This week, we explored "Jesus Cares for his Mother," Station 12.

John 19:25-27 Station 12: Jesus Cares for His Mother Lenten Worship Project words: shared pain, solidarity, mutual suffering

If you had been standing there that day, like Scrooge with the Ghost of Christmas past, a silent, unseen observer of the scene unfolding around you, amid the heat and the dust, the crowds and the horror... if you had watched closely you would have seen two dramas unfolding simultaneously.  On one side of you are the soldiers – they’ve done their work for the day, gotten this man up on the cross, and they turn to the spoils – his possessions to divide and keep.  They decide to roll dice,…