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Tag: Resurrection

Luke 8:26-56 – The Way of Light

December 20, 2018December 14, 2018 ~ KPB Stevens ~ Leave a comment

Now we arrive at three tales of resurrection, although only one of them is a literal resurrection.  The Christian life may be said to involve two major movements, the via crucis or Way of the Cross and the via lucis or Way of Light.  The via crucis is that depth of despair that is experienced … Continue reading Luke 8:26-56 – The Way of Light

What does it mean to be wise in today’s world?

November 7, 2015 ~ KPB Stevens ~ Leave a comment

The night before, someone had asked me if I thought that life was primarily comedy or primarily tragedy. I said comedy, without really knowing why. Then, as sometimes happens in the most surprising way, I found myself sitting at our Ministerium lunch the very next day, listening as Rabbi Roger Klein supported my sense that … Continue reading What does it mean to be wise in today’s world?

At the Memorial Service

March 21, 2013April 9, 2013 ~ KPB Stevens ~ Leave a comment

Last night I went to a memorial service at the Newman Center, for Brittany and Courtney, two students who died in a car wreck on their way back to campus at the end of Spring Break.  The Newman Center is a very modern church building, with big abstract stained glass windows and a large video … Continue reading At the Memorial Service

Lazarus

April 6, 2012April 11, 2013 ~ KPB Stevens ~ Leave a comment

He is still wrapped in burial clothes as he exits the tomb.  He sees the world come back to life around him through strips of cloth that are white and loosely woven.  The faces around him are ghostly, as if they were wrapped in gauze.  There is a one thick thread cutting across his vision.  … Continue reading Lazarus

Mary Magdalene

April 5, 2012December 5, 2025 ~ KPB Stevens ~ 2 Comments

Magdala was a town of almost forty-thousand.  It was a town of white pigeons hatched from three hundred shops, birds for sacrifice that sometimes escaped to roost in eves and on rooftops and descend in flocks on a piece of dropped fish.  Magdala was a town of fish.  Mary watched the fishermen heave them from … Continue reading Mary Magdalene

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