And I, when I am lifted up from the earth, will draw all people to myself. –John 12:32 Long before Freddie Gray lingered between life and death in a Baltimore hospital, with an as yet unexplained broken back, I knew America to be the same, broken and inexplicable. I understood as much when, as an … Continue reading Jesus is my Protest (or why I lowered my fist and raised the cross)
When standing alongside a dirt road in the wilderness areas of Galilee, Jesus’ command to follow him takes on a certain practicality (see the picture above). It involved actually following Jesus as he walked along the way. If one had decided to follow Jesus you would have heard parables about God’s coming kingdom as you … Continue reading Thoughts on a Pilgrimage to the Holy Land Part IV: What does it mean to follow Jesus?