On Sunday, I was sitting near the sign language section during the morning worship service at my church, and because I know a couple of the interpreters, I realized something was going on. They were talking in hushed tones among themselves, pointing and occasionally signing as the volume in the sanctuary got louder. When they […] Read more
Holding the body and blood of Jesus in my hand felt different yesterday. Surely these elements took on new significance because our pastor’s entire sermon was about the Passover meal Jesus shared with his disciples the night before His death, that meal in which he gives new meaning to the bread of affliction and the […] Read more
Today, I did something that Jesus can’t do. I took communion. Maybe “can’t” is the wrong word. Saying Jesus “can’t” do something is like the trick philosophical question people often ask: “If God can do anything, can he make a rock big enough that he can’t lift?” It begs the question. But as I […] Read more
