āCome forth!ā This year, it feels like we are Lazarus, standing in the door of his tomb, tasting dust, still smelling of aloes and myrrh with which he was embalmedā¦ Still straining to see through his eyes that were recently sealed. After this…
āHereās Mud in Your Eyeā I love that toast. I think it traces its lineage from this story of this weekend of Lent. What do we mean by mud in the eyes? The Gospel of the man born blind is used for the 4th…
āItās the Waterā The third week of Lent always reminds me of the Beer commercials that are constantly battling with each other for the best libation for TV sports and the US ācouch-potatoā market. One of their most convincing arguments has to do with…