Holy Week. Dark before the dawn. Death before resurrection. Suffering before glory. The first warm breeze of spring is far more gratifying after the iron cold days of winter. Holy Week is the reality of the now, with the hope of what’s to come. So why write about hell the week before we have egg hunts, Easter bunnies, and candy basket treats?? Good question. Maybe some talk of hell will result in thanksgiving. Maybe it will orient your soul. This is the week on the church cal

I’ve always hated change. Control and comfort, now that’s my thing. But wow, resisting change has not served me well. Slowly, after avoiding it for so many years, I can see how fragile I am now when it comes. The winds of unpredictability knock me off balance and exhaust me. Never did I see the day coming when I would say, “Please God, I need some change down here!” And yet, that has been my declaration for the last two years. I have figured something out: Change is necessary