Why I need the resurrection in 100 words or less.

I'm still kind of soaking in the whole resurrection thing...thought this was pretty strong.

A peice by Kara Root from http://www.patheos.com/

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 rage and watched their tiny faces cloud with hurt.

Because evil is pervasive and I participate.

I need the Resurrection because it promises that in the end all wrongs are made right.

Death loses.

Hope triumphs.

And Life and Love

Prevail.
 

The Last Supper

Maundy Thursday...the day in the liturgical calendar known for observing this event.  An outstanding parable written by Peter Rollins on this entitled The Last Supper...


It is evening, and you are gathered together with the other disciples in a small room for Passover. All the time you are watching Jesus, while he sits quietly in the shadows listening to the idle chatter, watching over those who sit around him, and, from time to time, telling stories about the kingdom of God.  As night descends, a meal of bread and wine is brought into the room.

It is only at this moment that Jesus sits forward so that the shadows no longer cover his face. He quietly brings the conversation to an end by capturing each one with his intense gaze. Then he begins to speak: