A Little Light for the Way – Sunday, May 31, 2026

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Sunday May 31 – The Holy Trinity
First Sunday After Pentecost

Genesis 1:1–2:4a
Psalm 8
2 Corinthians 13:11-13
Matthew 28:16-20

WHY?

Grace and peace to you in the name of our Triune God — Creator, Christ, and Holy Spirit. Amen.

“Why?”

If you’ve ever spent time with a child, you know exactly how that goes.

Why is the sky blue?
Why do people get sick?
Why can’t I stay up later?
Why do bad things happen?
Why do I have to eat vegetables?
Why? Why? Why?

And usually, parents and grandparents do their best to answer those questions thoughtfully and patiently… until eventually, exhausted and out of answers, they say something like:
“Because I said so!”

Honestly, sometimes faith feels a little like that.

Today is Holy Trinity Sunday — the one Sunday every year when pastors everywhere collectively sigh and think:
“Now how exactly are we supposed to explain this?”

One God.
Three persons.
Creator, Son, Holy Spirit.
Three in one and one in three.

And to make things even more interesting, the word “Trinity” never actually appears in scripture.

So naturally, people ask:
Why do we believe this?
Why does it matter?
And how can something this mysterious possibly connect to real life?

Truthfully, Christians have been wrestling with those questions for centuries. Some of the greatest theologians in history have tried to explain the Trinity with diagrams and metaphors and complicated language — and most of them eventually fall apart if you push them too far.

This week, as I was preparing for today, I found myself asking God those same questions again:
Why do we keep trying to explain something that seems impossible to explain?

And in that quiet way God so often speaks — not loudly, but persistently — the answer that came was quick and simple:

“Just tell them that I love them.”

And I thought:
Well… that can’t possibly be enough for Trinity Sunday.

But think about it for a bit. Because, maybe it is just right for Trinity Sunday.

Because maybe love is exactly what the Trinity is about.

When we open the scriptures, we don’t meet a distant God disconnected from the world. We meet a God who is constantly reaching outward in relationship.

In Genesis, God creates.
God speaks light into darkness.
God brings life where there was emptiness.
God calls creation “very good.”

And honestly, we need that reminder right now.

Because we live in a world where it can feel like everything is unraveling:
wars that never seem to end,
politics built on fear and outrage,
communities divided,
people anxious about the future,
creation itself groaning under climate disasters and destruction.

Some days it becomes hard to believe the world is still “very good.”

And yet Genesis reminds us:
before there was fear,
before there was violence,
before there was hatred or greed,
there was love.

Creation itself began in love.

The Triune God creates not out of loneliness or power, but out of relationship and abundance and grace.

And then, when humanity wandered away — when violence and selfishness and sin entered the story — God did not walk away from creation.

God came closer.

That’s who Jesus is.

Not God standing at a distance.
Not God condemning the world.
But God stepping directly into human life.

Into joy and grief.
Into celebration and suffering.
Into broken systems and wounded hearts.

Jesus touched people others avoided.
Jesus crossed boundaries society enforced.
Jesus welcomed people religion often excluded.
Jesus reminded people that they belonged to God long before the world told them otherwise.

And ultimately, Jesus showed us that God’s love is stronger than fear, stronger than sin, even stronger than death itself.

That is the work of the Son.

And then comes the Spirit.

Jesus tells the disciples:
“I will not leave you orphaned.”

Because God’s presence did not end with resurrection or ascension.

The Holy Spirit is still moving.

Still comforting.
Still challenging.
Still disrupting.
Still breathing life into weary hearts and tired churches and divided communities.

The Spirit shows up whenever courage rises in the face of hatred.
Whenever compassion wins over cruelty.
Whenever people choose justice instead of indifference.
Whenever forgiveness breaks cycles of shame.
Whenever people gather around tables where everyone is welcome.

The Spirit keeps reminding us:
You are not alone.
God is still here.
Love still has power.

Maybe that is the mystery of the Trinity.

Not a math problem to solve.
Not a doctrine to perfectly explain.

But a relationship to live inside of.

A God who creates us,
redeems us,
and stays with us.

A God who continually reaches toward the world in love.

And maybe that matters now more than ever.

Because we are living in a time when people are hungry for connection.
Hungry for belonging.
Hungry for hope that is deeper than outrage and stronger than fear.

The Trinity reminds us that relationship is at the center of who God is.
And if relationship is at the center of who God is, then relationship should also be at the center of who we are.

We were created for community.
For compassion.
For caring for one another and for this earth.
For reminding each other that every human being bears the image of God.

Even when the world forgets it.

Even when we forget it ourselves.

So if someone asks you this week:
“Can you explain the Trinity?”

You can certainly try.

But maybe the better answer is this:

The Trinity is how Christians describe a God who never stops loving the world.

A Creator who brings life.
A Savior who walks beside us.
A Spirit who refuses to abandon us.

Why?

Because God says so.

And because, somehow against all odds, God keeps showing it.

Amen.

A Little Light for the Way – Sunday, May 24, 2026

Bright ideas, simple reflections — a little light for every step of the way.

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Day of Pentecost
Acts 2:1-21
Psalm 104:24-34, 35b
1 Corinthians 12:3b-13
John 20:19-23

The Way Home

Grace and peace to you in the name of our Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen.

A while after I retired from full-time ministry, I found myself looking forward to something I never seemed to have enough time for before—reading. Over the years I had accumulated hundreds and hundreds of books on my Kindle. One evening I decided it was finally time to see what treasures were hiding in that digital library.

I came across a book by Christian author Max Lucado called God’s Story, Your Story. One chapter grabbed my attention immediately because it told the story of a man named Carl McCunn. It was such an unbelievable story that I later looked it up to make sure it was true. It was.

Carl McCunn loved wildlife photography. In 1981, after spending a year planning an Alaskan wilderness adventure, he hired a bush pilot to fly him into a remote area northeast of Fort Yukon. He brought rifles, food, supplies, and hundreds of rolls of film. He was prepared for months of isolation.

There was only one problem.

He never arranged for anyone to come back and get him.

For months he photographed wildlife and enjoyed the wilderness. Then reality began to set in. Summer turned to fall. Food supplies dwindled. Temperatures dropped. He realized no rescue plane was coming because he had never scheduled one.

Among the diary entries later recovered near his body was this heartbreaking understatement: “I think I should have used more foresight about arranging for my departure.”

After all of that planning, all of that preparation, he had forgotten the most important part—the way home.

It is a tragic story. And it raises an important question:

How often do we live as though we can make it on our own?

We plan. We organize. We work hard. We strive to be independent and self-sufficient. We create calendars and budgets and retirement plans. We try to control outcomes and manage uncertainties.

Yet sooner or later we discover that there are things we cannot handle by ourselves.

Grief.

Fear.

Broken relationships.

Illness.

The divisions that wound communities.

The uncertainty of what comes next.

The disciples discovered this too.

On the day of Pentecost, they were still trying to figure out life after Jesus’ death, resurrection, and ascension. They were uncertain about the future. They didn’t know what the church would become or whether they were capable of carrying on Jesus’ mission.

And then God showed up.

Not through careful planning.

Not through human strength.

But through wind and fire and Spirit.

The rushing wind filled the house. Tongues of fire rested upon them. And ordinary people suddenly found themselves speaking words of hope that crossed barriers of language, culture, and experience.

Pentecost is God’s reminder that we were never meant to do this alone.

God’s plan was never simply to forgive us and then leave us to figure out the rest by ourselves. God’s plan was to remain with us. To dwell within us. To empower us. To guide us.

Jesus promised an Advocate, a Helper, the Holy Spirit. And on Pentecost that promise became reality.

The Spirit is God’s own breath filling God’s people.

The Spirit comforts us when we are grieving.

The Spirit challenges us when we become complacent.

The Spirit gives courage when we are afraid.

The Spirit creates community where division threatens to pull us apart.

And perhaps we need that reminder today more than ever.

Our world can feel exhausting.

Every day we are bombarded by angry voices competing for our attention. Social media often rewards outrage more than understanding. Political disagreements fracture friendships and families. Wars continue around the globe. Many people carry deep anxiety about finances, health, or the future. Others struggle with loneliness and wonder if anyone truly sees them.

It is easy to become discouraged.

It is easy to retreat.

It is easy to believe that fear, division, and hatred are stronger than love.

But Pentecost tells a different story.

The Holy Spirit does not erase our differences. Instead, the Spirit enables people from different backgrounds and experiences to hear the good news together.

The Spirit does not create uniformity. Spirit creates unity.

The Spirit does not teach us whom to fear. Spirit teaches us how to love.

The Spirit does not build walls. Spirit opens doors.

That day of Pentecost was not about people speaking the same language. It was about people understanding one another through the power of God.

Imagine how much our communities, our nation, and even our churches need that gift today.

We need the Spirit of wisdom more than our certainty.

We need the Spirit of compassion more than our judgment.

We need the Spirit of courage more than our fear.

And we need the Holy Spirit’s peace and presence.

After the resurrection, Jesus repeatedly greeted his disciples with the same words:

“Peace be with you.”

Not because everything was fine.

Not because all their questions had been answered.

Not because the world had suddenly become safe and predictable.

But because Christ was present with them.

The same is true for us.

The Spirit does not promise a life free from hardship. The Spirit promises that God will never abandon us in the midst of it.

Unlike Carl McCunn, we are not stranded and forgotten.

We have not been left without a way home.

God has already made that plan.

Through Christ’s death and resurrection, through the gift of the Holy Spirit, God continues to guide us, strengthen us, and lead us toward the home God has prepared.

So, when the future feels uncertain…

When the world feels chaotic…

When hope feels difficult to find…

Listen again to the promise of Pentecost:

You are not alone.

God’s Spirit is with you.

God’s peace is within you.

God’s love is still at work in this world.

Come, Holy Spirit.

Fill our hearts.

Renew your church.

Give us courage to love, wisdom to listen, and strength to follow Christ wherever you lead.

For we have been sealed by your Holy Spirit and marked with the cross of Christ forever.

Thanks be to God. Amen.

A Little Light for the Way – Sunday, May 17, 2026

Bright ideas, simple reflections — a little light for every step of the way.

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Sunday May 17 – Seventh Sunday of Easter
Acts 1:6-14
Psalm 68:1-10, 32-35
1 Peter 4:12-14; 5:6-11
John 17:1-11

Grace and peace to you in the name of our risen and ascended Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen.

How many of you would say you are at least a little superstitious? My first instinct is to say no. I do not believe in those things anymore, though I did when I was younger. I remember someone giving me a rabbit’s foot for good luck. I kept it in a small box in my closet for years and forgot all about it until I moved out of my parents’ house. When I found it again, I laughed and threw it away.

Still, I think I remain a little superstitious about certain things, and I suspect most of us do. I remember once booking a flight on Friday the 13th and hesitating for a moment, wondering whether I really wanted to travel that day. (I booked it and had a wonderful flight!)

Out of curiosity, I looked up some common superstitions:

  • Friday the 13: Bad Luck.
  • Itchy Palm: Good Luck.
  • Walking Under a Ladder: Bad Luck.
  • Breaking a Mirror: Bad Luck.
  • Finding a Horseshoe: Good Luck.
  • Opening an Umbrella Inside: Bad Luck.
  • Knock Twice on Wood: Reverse Bad Luck.
  • Tossing Spilled Salt Over Your Shoulder: Good Luck.
  • Finding a penny – “find a penny, pick it up all day long you’ll have good luck!”
  • Black Cats: Bad Luck.
  • Saying “God Bless You”: Good Luck.

Even in the church, we can slip into superstition. A cross necklace can become more than a symbol of faith and start to feel like a good-luck charm. We may even think prayers work only if we say them in exactly the right way. One theory about the superstition of walking under a ladder is that it comes from the Christian idea of the Holy Trinity, since a ladder against a wall forms a triangle and breaking that shape was seen as blasphemous. It is interesting how easily faith and superstition can become mixed together.

In today’s first reading from Acts, we hear about Jesus’ ascension into heaven. At this point in the church year, we have celebrated Christ’s resurrection on Easter and read about his appearances to the disciples and other followers during the forty days that followed. Jesus has promised to send an advocate, the Holy Spirit, to be with us and guide us, and in today’s reading he is lifted up and taken out of their sight. The scene feels deeply supernatural.

We do not always place much emphasis on Jesus’ ascension. In fact, on the seventh Sunday of Easter, the lectionary even gives us a choice: focus on the Ascension or on Jesus’ prayer for his followers in today’s Gospel from John.

I think there is a reason for that. In our modern world, many people struggle to believe that Jesus’ ascension could really have happened.

For many people, a rabbit’s foot or avoiding a black cat may seem more believable than the idea of Jesus physically ascending into heaven to be with God. Perhaps it feels too fantastical to us—almost like science fiction.

Even the disciples struggled to take it in. They stood there staring into the sky, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Was he really gone? Was he coming back?

Do we do the same today? Do we find ourselves looking upward, searching for God, wondering where God is amid political unrest, war, financial stress, rising prices, and so much uncertainty about tomorrow?

At last, with the help of the angels, the disciples stopped staring into the sky. They understood what Jesus had been telling them all along: although he was leaving, he was not leaving them alone. God would remain with them through the power of the Holy Spirit.

Perhaps we need to do the same. We may need to stop looking to the sky—or to our televisions, phones, and computers—for the peace, wholeness, and answers we long for. In these chaotic and confusing times, perhaps we are called to do exactly what the disciples did in their own unsettling moment.

Those same disciples had doubted, speculated, worried, and at times even abandoned Jesus. Yet they finally understood. They stopped staring into the sky, returned to Jerusalem, and devoted themselves to prayer. They devoted themselves to God.

And it changed them completely—and it changed the world. God’s abiding presence, and trust in the power of the Holy Spirit, can do the same for us.

God does not abandon us in our time of need. Trust God’s Word and God’s promise to be with you in all that you are facing right now. Cast all your anxiety on the one who cares deeply for you—our Redeemer, our Lord, our Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen.

A Little Light for the Way – Sunday, April 26, 2026

Bright ideas, simple reflections — a little light for every step of the way.

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Sunday, April 19 – Fourth Sunday of Easter
Acts 2:42-47
Psalm 23
1 Peter 2:19-25
John 10:1-10

The Shepherd’s Voice

Grace and peace to you in the name of the Good Shepherd—our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen.

This Fourth Sunday of Easter is often called Good Shepherd Sunday—and you can hear why in our worship today: our prayers, our hymns, and our readings keep returning to the image of God as the One who leads, feeds, protects, and restores.

We pray Psalm 23, that beloved confession that the Lord is our shepherd—providing what we need, leading us beside still waters, giving rest in green pastures, and walking with us even through the darkest valley.

And in the Gospel reading, Jesus uses that same shepherd image—not as a sentimental picture, but as a promise: his voice leads away from what destroys and toward the life God intends.

Sheila Walsh grew up on the west coast of Scotland with sheep all around her, so she learned their ways up close. From her book entitled: Loved Back to Life: How I Found the Courage to Live Free, she tells a story about the “Bummer Lamb”:

Of all the lessons I have learned from these defenseless, gentle animals, the most profound is also the most painful. Every now and then, a ewe will give birth to a lamb and immediately reject it. Sometimes the lamb is rejected because it is one of twins and the mother doesn’t have enough milk, or because she is old and frankly quite tired of the whole business. They call those lambs bummer lambs.

If the lamb is returned to the ewe, the mother may even kick the poor animal away. Once a ewe rejects one of her lambs, she will never change her mind. These little lambs will hang their heads so low that it looks like something is wrong with their necks. Their spirit is broken.

Unless the shepherd intervenes, that lamb will die—rejected and alone. So, do you know what the shepherd does?

They take that rejected little one into their home, hand-feed it, and keep it warm by the fire. They wrap it in blankets and hold it to their own chest so the bummer lamb can hear their heartbeat. Once the lamb is strong enough, the shepherd places it back in the field with the rest of the flock.

But that sheep never forgets how the shepherd cared for him when his mother rejected him. When the shepherd calls for the flock, guess who runs to them first?

That’s right—the bummer sheep. He knows the shepherd’s voice intimately.

It’s not that the bummer lamb is loved more; it’s that the lamb has experienced that love up close—and so it trusts it.

Walsh concludes, “I am so grateful that Christ calls himself the Good Shepherd.”

I don’t know about you, but there are days I feel like that bummer lamb. (My mom loved me.) But some days it feels like the world has no patience, no tenderness, and no room for our own struggles – especially when we’re carrying heavy loads or when we’re barely holding it together.

There are so many voices competing for our attention now—news alerts that never stop, social media feeds that measure worth in numbers, “hustle” culture that says rest is laziness, economic anxiety that says you are only as safe as your savings, and even new technologies that can imitate a voice so convincingly you start to wonder what is real. And I’ve noticed something: when I live by those voices, that’s when I start to feel like the bummer lamb—like I’m never going to be enough.

But notice what the voice of the Good Shepherd does—and does not do. Jesus doesn’t begin with a list of hoops to jump through. The Shepherd begins with a promise: “You are mine. You are known. You are loved.”

The Good Shepherd tells us that no matter how complicated, stressful, or frightening life gets—no matter how rejected, overlooked, or worn down we feel—God chooses us. God holds us. God will not let us go.

So the Shepherd keeps calling us back—not to denial, but to discernment. Not every loud voice deserves your trust. Not every demand deserves your life. Jesus says it plainly: “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.”

And because he is our Shepherd, Jesus can say to us: “Breathe. Let me lead you beside still waters. Let me restore your soul. Let me give you the kind of rest the world cannot manufacture.” He guides us, protects us, and holds on to us through this life—and into the promised life to come.

That little bummer lamb learns the shepherd’s heartbeat and trusts the shepherd’s voice. On Good Shepherd Sunday, we’re invited to learn that voice again—especially when everything else is loud.

PRAY: God, our Good Shepherd, can I place my trust in you? Will you guide me as you promise? Lead me out of negativity, despair, worry, and fear—and into your security, peace, and comfort. When other voices crowd in, help me recognize yours. Give me courage to follow where you lead, and grace to rest when you say, “Come.” In Jesus’ name we pray, and all of God’s children say: AMEN!

A Little Light for the Way – Sunday, April 19, 2026

Bright ideas, simple reflections — a little light for every step of the way.

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Sunday, April 19 – Third Sunday of Easter
Acts 2:14a, 36-41
Psalm 116:1-4, 12-19 (13)
1 Peter 1:17-23
Luke 24:13-35

Resurrection Moments

Grace and peace to you in the name of our Risen Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen.

I was reading a devotional some time ago where the writer described running into someone completely unexpectedly while on vacation—far from home. As he and his wife were leaving a visitor center, a man walked up and said, “Hey! What are you doing here?”

He didn’t recognize him at all.

Until the man said, “It’s me—your cousin.”

Of course. But it hadn’t clicked—because this wasn’t where his cousin was supposed to be. They were both far from home, in a place neither of them expected to see familiar faces.

What are the odds?

And yet—there he was.

That sense of “Wait… how are you here?”—that’s exactly the kind of moment we keep encountering in the Easter stories.

Because again and again, after the resurrection, Jesus shows up in places where he is not supposed to be.

In a garden.
In a locked room.
And today—on a dusty road, walking alongside two discouraged followers.

And just like that vacation encounter… they don’t recognize him.

Which is interesting, isn’t it?

Because it’s not that Jesus is hiding.

It’s that their expectations are getting in the way.

They know how the story was supposed to go.

Jesus was supposed to be the one who would redeem Israel.
But then he was crucified.

And in their minds—that was the end.

So now they are walking away from Jerusalem.

Away from hope.
Away from the community.
Away from the story they thought they understood.

And honestly—that might feel familiar, too.

Because we also live in a world where expectations get shattered.

Where things don’t turn out the way we thought they would.
Where hope feels fragile.
Where we find ourselves asking, “What now?”

Sometimes we find ourselves on our own Emmaus road—
processing loss, disappointment, confusion…
trying to make sense of a story that didn’t end the way we expected.

And then—Jesus shows up.

And walks with them.

Not ahead of them.
Not calling out from a distance.

But right beside them.

And he listens.

Before he explains anything, before he teaches anything—he asks a question:

“What are you discussing as you walk along?”

He makes space for their grief.
For their confusion.
For their honest disappointment.

That matters.

Because too often, we assume faith means having everything figured out.

But this story reminds us—faith often looks like walking and wondering at the same time.

It looks like telling the truth about what hurts.

It looks like naming what we had hoped for… and what didn’t happen.

And Jesus meets them there.

He walks with them.
He opens the scriptures to them.
He reframes their story—not by erasing their pain, but by placing it within something larger.

And still—they don’t recognize him.

Not yet.

It’s not on the road.
Not in the conversation.
Not even in the Bible study.

It’s at the table.

When he takes bread…
blesses it…
breaks it…
and gives it to them.

And suddenly—everything clicks.

Their eyes are opened.

And they say to one another,
“Were not our hearts burning within us…?”

That moment—that recognition—it doesn’t come through certainty.

It comes through relationship.
Through presence.
Through something deeply familiar—shared bread, shared life.

And maybe that’s the invitation for us, too.

Because if we’re honest, we don’t always recognize Jesus right away either.

We expect something dramatic.
Something obvious.

But often—resurrection shows up in quieter, more ordinary ways.

In conversations where someone really listens.
In moments of unexpected kindness.
In communities that choose connection over division.
In small acts of justice, mercy, and compassion.

In bread broken and shared – given – for you.

And maybe part of our challenge is this:

We are so used to looking for God in extraordinary places…
that we miss how often Christ is walking right beside us.

In our questions.
In our doubts.
In our ordinary routines.
In the people we encounter every day.

Even in the moments when we are heading in the wrong direction
away from hope, away from community—
Jesus still comes alongside us.

That’s the kind of God we have.

A God who doesn’t wait for us to get it right.
A God who meets us on the road.
A God who keeps showing up—again and again—whether we recognize it or not.

And here’s the turning point in the story:

Once they recognize him… they don’t stay where they are.

They get up.
They turn around.
And they go back.

Back to Jerusalem.
Back to the community.
Back to the story.

Because resurrection always moves us outward.

It sends us back into the world—
not with all the answers,
but with a changed heart.

With a story to tell.

With a quiet but persistent hope that says:

Christ is alive. And Christ is still with us.

And maybe we don’t always say, “I have seen the Lord.”

But maybe we say:

“I think… something holy happened there.”
“I felt something shift.”
“I wasn’t alone.”

Those are resurrection moments, too.

So, as you walk your own road this week—

Whatever that road looks like…
steady or uncertain…
hopeful or heavy…

Pay attention.

To the conversations.
To the interruptions.
To the ordinary moments that might not feel like much at first.

Because Christ is still showing up.

Still walking beside you.

Still breaking bread.

Still opening hearts.

And when those moments come—
when something stirs within you,
when your heart burns just a little—

trust it.

That may be resurrection, right there.

Thanks be to God. Amen.

A Little Light for the Way – Sunday, April 12, 2026

Bright ideas, simple reflections — a little light for every step of the way.

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Sunday, April 12- Second Sunday of Easter
Acts 2:14a, 22-32
Psalm 16 (11)
1 Peter 1:3-9
John 20:19-31

Four Words

Grace and peace to you in the name of our Risen Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen.

What brings you peace?

Not just quiet… not just the absence of noise or stress—but that deeper kind of peace. The kind where something settles inside you and you think, “This is where I need to be right now. This matters. I am exactly where I’m supposed to be.”

Take a moment and call that to mind.

Maybe it’s something simple.

I’ve seen it in quilting groups at church—people gathered around tables, hands busy, conversations flowing or sometimes not at all. You can walk into the room and almost feel it: a quiet sense of purpose, connection, presence.

I’ve felt it holding a newborn—watching new parents who are exhausted and unsure, and yet… somehow grounded in love. Not perfect. Not certain. But present.

I’ve seen it in music—whether someone is carefully following notes on a page or just letting the melody carry them. There’s a kind of peace in being fully in it.

Maybe for you it’s gardening. Or cooking. Or woodworking. Or even something as simple as that first cup of coffee in the morning before the world starts demanding things from you.

Moments where, even briefly, everything else falls away and you think, “This is where I need to be right now. This matters. I am exactly where I’m supposed to be.”

We have a word for that now—mindfulness. Being present. Being grounded in the moment. Paying attention on purpose.

Truthfully, Jesus has been offering mindfulness based therapy for the last 2000 years – with these four words that we hear Jesus say not once, not twice, but THREE times in John’s Gospel “Peace be with you.”

And honestly—it’s something our world is hungry for.

Because the truth is, we are living in a time that feels anything but peaceful.

There’s constant noise.
Endless news cycles.
Division that runs deep.
Anxiety about the future.
Questions about what is true, what is safe, what is next.

It’s no wonder so many people feel overwhelmed, distracted, or even shut down.

And into that kind of world, we hear today’s gospel.

The disciples are gathered behind locked doors.

They are afraid.
Uncertain.
Trying to make sense of everything that has just happened.

And if we’re honest—that part of the story might feel very familiar.

Doors locked—not just physically, but emotionally.
Guarded hearts.
Trying to stay safe in a world that feels unpredictable.

And then—Jesus shows up.

Not after everything is figured out.
Not once their fear is gone.

Right in the middle of it.

“Peace be with you.”

Not once.
Not twice.
But three times.

“Peace be with you.”

And this isn’t just a calming phrase. It’s not Jesus saying, “Relax” or “Don’t worry.”

This is something deeper.

This is shalom.

Wholeness.
Restoration.
A reordering of everything that feels broken.

And notice this—Jesus doesn’t erase the disciples’ reality.

He shows them his hands. His side.

The wounds are still there.

Resurrection doesn’t pretend that suffering didn’t happen.
It doesn’t skip over grief or fear.

Instead—it meets us in the middle of it and speaks peace there.

And then there’s Thomas.

Often remembered as “Doubting Thomas”—but maybe that’s not quite fair.

Because Thomas is doing what many of us do.

He wants to understand.
He wants to see.
He wants something real to hold onto.

In a world where trust is hard, where truth can feel slippery, where people have been hurt or disappointed—it makes sense to ask questions.

And Jesus doesn’t reject him for that.

Jesus meets him, too.

Right where he is.

“Put your finger here… see my hands.”

In other words: Bring your questions. Bring your doubts. Bring your need for something real.

And then Jesus says:

“Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have come to believe.”

That’s not a scolding.
That’s an invitation.

An invitation to trust that peace is possible—even when everything isn’t resolved.

An invitation to believe that Christ is present—even when we don’t recognize him right away.

An invitation to live as resurrection people—in a Good Friday world.

Because here’s the thing:

Peace, as Jesus gives it, isn’t about escaping reality.

It’s about being rooted in something deeper than fear.

It’s about knowing that even in uncertainty, even in grief, even in doubt—

You are not alone.

You are not forgotten.

You are still called.

Jesus breathes on the disciples and says, “Receive the Holy Spirit.”

Breath.

Life.

Presence.

It’s as if God is saying: Take this peace into yourself—and then carry it into the world.

And maybe that’s where this gospel meets us most directly.

Because we are not just people who receive peace.

We are called to be people who embody it.

In how we speak.
In how we listen.
In how we show up for one another.
In how we stand with those who are hurting or pushed aside.

Peace is not passive.

It is active.
It is lived.
It is shared.

It looks like compassion in a divided world.
It looks like courage when fear would be easier.
It looks like choosing connection when it would be simpler to withdraw.

It looks like unlocking doors.

So maybe the question isn’t just “What brings you peace?”

Maybe the deeper question is:

Where is Christ speaking peace into your life right now?
And
How might you carry that peace into someone else’s life?

Because even now—

In this moment.
In this world.
In the midst of whatever you are carrying—

The risen Christ stands among us and says:

Peace be with you.

May you receive that peace.
May it take root in you.
And may you become a living, breathing sign of that peace in the world.

Thanks be to God. Amen.

A Little Light for the Way – Sunday, April 5, 2026

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Sunday, April 5th: Resurrection of Our Lord: Easter Day
Readings:
Acts 10:34-43 or Jeremiah 31:1-6
Psalm 118:1-2, 14-24 (24)
Colossians 3:1-4 or Acts 10:34-43
Matthew 28:1-10 or John 20:1-18

He Says Her Name

Grace and peace to you in the name of our Risen Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen.

Not too long ago, I made a quick Target run—one of those “I’ll just grab a couple things” trips that somehow turns into wandering around, slightly disoriented, because they’ve rearranged everything again.

And in the middle of that confusion, I heard someone say my name.

At first, I didn’t recognize her. But she could tell—and she graciously reminded me: we grew up in the same neighborhood. And just like that, it all came rushing back. Long summer days. Backyard games. Running in and out of each other’s houses. A whole world that felt so big and so small at the same time.

Isn’t it amazing how that happens? One moment someone is a stranger passing by—and the next, something clicks. A name. A memory. A connection. And suddenly, you see.

That moment—that recognition—that’s what I hear in the resurrection story from John’s gospel this morning.

Because Mary Magdalene is standing in a world that no longer makes sense.

It’s early. Still dark.
Her grief is raw.
Her expectations are shattered.

The one she trusted, the one who gave her hope, has been crucified. And now—even his body is gone.

She’s trying to make sense of it. Trying to hold it together. Trying to understand what has happened in a world that suddenly feels upside down.

Honestly—it doesn’t feel all that far from the world we live in right now.

A world where grief lingers.
Where uncertainty is constant.
Where so much feels broken or unfinished.
Where we wake up some mornings and wonder, what now?

Mary stands in that kind of world.

And then—Jesus is right there with her.

But she doesn’t recognize him.

She assumes he’s the gardener. Just another stranger in a confusing moment.

And then it happens.

He says her name.

“Mary.”

And in that moment, everything shifts.

Not because all her questions are suddenly answered.
Not because the world instantly makes sense again.
But because she is seen.
She is known.
She is called.

And she recognizes him.

Resurrection doesn’t arrive for Mary as an explanation.
It arrives as a relationship.

It arrives as a voice that knows her name.

And that matters for us—because we live in a time that is full of noise.

So many voices telling us who we are supposed to be.
So many fears trying to define us.
So many systems that reduce people to labels instead of seeing beloved children of God.

It is easy to feel anonymous.
Or overlooked.
Or uncertain about where we belong.

And into that kind of world, Easter speaks.

Not as an abstract idea.
Not as a distant miracle from long ago.

But as a living voice that still calls people by name.

The resurrection of Jesus is not just something we remember.
It is something we are drawn into.

Because the same Christ who stood in that garden…
the same Christ who spoke Mary’s name…
is still speaking.

Still calling.

Still showing up in places we least expect—
in grief,
in confusion,
in ordinary moments,
in conversations,
in communities,
in acts of courage and compassion.

Sometimes we don’t recognize him right away either.

Sometimes we mistake resurrection for something ordinary.
Or we assume hope is gone because we’ve already decided how the story ends.

But Easter says: God is not finished.

Life has a way of breaking in where we thought only endings existed.

And here is the promise that runs through all of it:

You are known.

You are called.

You are not forgotten.

As the prophet Isaiah says, “I have called you by name—you are mine.”

That promise didn’t end with Mary.
It didn’t end with the disciples.

It continues—with you.

Which means this:

Easter is not just about what happened to Jesus.
It is about what God is still doing—
in you,
through you,
and among us.

The Apostle Paul says it this way:
“It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me.”

That is resurrection life.

Not perfection.
Not having everything figured out.
But Christ alive within us—
shaping how we love,
how we show up for one another,
how we participate in God’s ongoing work of bringing life out of death.

And Mary—once she recognizes him—doesn’t stay in the garden.

She goes.

She tells.

She becomes the first witness of the resurrection.

“I have seen the Lord.”

Not “I understand everything.”
Not “I have all the answers.”

Just: I have seen the Lord.

And maybe that is our calling too.

Not to explain away the mystery.
Not to pretend life isn’t complicated.

But to bear witness—

To the moments when hope breaks through.
To the places where love refuses to give up.
To the ways Christ is still alive and moving among us.

To say, in our own lives and in our own words:

I have seen the Lord.

In kindness.
In justice.
In community.
In healing.
In unexpected grace.

Christ is risen.

Not just once.
Not just then.

But now.

Alive in this world.
Alive in this community.
Alive in you.

Christ is risen.
He is risen indeed. Alleluia.

Thanks be to God. Amen.

A Little Light for the Way – Sunday, March 29, 2026

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Sunday, March 29th: Sunday of the Passion/Palm Sunday
Readings:
Procession with Palms: Matthew 21:1-11
Isaiah 50:4-9a
Psalm 31:9-16 (5)
Philippians 2:5-11
Matthew 26:14—27:66 (or Matthew 27:11-54)

…And the Rooster Crows

Grace and peace to you in the name of Jesus Christ—who comes to us, still, in love and mercy. Amen.

It often starts with the best of intentions.

We wake up wanting to be kinder, more patient, more faithful. We mean to say the right thing, do the right thing, stand on the side of love and justice. And yet… somewhere between our intentions and our actions, something gets lost.

Which is why, on this Palm Sunday—this day of waving branches and shouting “Hosanna!”—the lectionary also gives us the Passion story. Because the crowd that praises Jesus on Sunday will turn by Friday. And right there, in the middle of that story, is Peter.

And Peter feels… uncomfortably familiar.

Peter is all in. Bold. Devoted. Passionate. “Lord, I am ready to go with you to prison and to death!” he says.

And Jesus gently, painfully responds: “Before the rooster crows today, you will deny me three times.”

And of course, Peter does.

Not because he stopped loving Jesus.
Not because he suddenly didn’t believe.
But because he was afraid. Because the pressure was real. Because being associated with Jesus had consequences.

And so three times, he says, “I don’t know him.”

And then—the rooster crows.

And in Luke’s telling, (Luke 22:54-62) Jesus turns and looks at Peter.

Not with anger. Not with condemnation. But with a knowing, heartbreaking compassion.

And Peter weeps.


So here is the question for us this morning:

Where is the rooster crowing in our lives?

Because it still does.

It crows in those moments when we stay silent instead of speaking up—when someone is being dismissed, judged, or pushed aside, and we think, “I should say something…” but we don’t.

And the rooster crows.

It crows when we know someone is hurting—a friend, a neighbor, a family member—and we think, “I really should reach out…” but we get busy, or unsure, or uncomfortable.

And the rooster crows.

It crows when we participate—quietly, indirectly—in systems that harm others or creation. When we say, “This isn’t right…” but convince ourselves it’s too big, too complicated, too much for us to engage.

And the rooster crows.

It crows when fear keeps us from loving boldly—when we hold back forgiveness, or truth, or compassion, because it feels risky.

And the rooster crows.


And let’s be honest—this is not just about individual moments.

We are living in a time where fear is loud. Where division is deep. Where truth feels contested, and compassion can feel like a liability. Where it is sometimes easier—even safer—to say, “I don’t know him,” than to live like we do.

To live like we follow a Savior who sides with the vulnerable.
Who lifts up the lowly.
Who calls us to love not just in word, but in action.

So yes—the rooster is crowing in our world.

But here is the good news—deep, grounding, grace-filled good news:

The rooster’s crow is not the end of Peter’s story.

Failure is not the end of Peter’s story.

And it is not the end of yours.

Because the same Jesus who predicted Peter’s denial…
is the same Jesus who, after the resurrection, will seek Peter out…
will feed him breakfast…
and will ask him—not “Why did you fail?”—but “Do you love me?”

And then he will entrust him again with the work of love:
“Feed my sheep.”


This is what we are walking into this Holy Week.

Not a story about getting it right.

But a story about a God who meets us in all the places we get it wrong.

A God who goes to the cross not for the perfect, but for the faithful-who-falter… the brave-who-get-afraid… the loving-who-hold-back.

A God who does not turn away from our denial…
but turns toward us in love.


So yes—listen for the rooster.

Let it wake you up.

Let it call you back.

Let it remind you of the moments that matter—the phone call, the apology, the courage to speak, the chance to love more fully than fear would allow.

But don’t hear it as condemnation.

Hear it as invitation.

Because every time the rooster crows, it is also a reminder:

It is not too late.

Not too late to reach out.
Not too late to forgive.
Not too late to speak.
Not too late to love.

Not too late to follow Jesus—again.


So as we wave our palms today and step into this sacred week, may we do so with honest hearts.

Knowing who we are.

Trusting whose we are.

And following the One who never denies us.

Amen.

A Little Light for the Way – Sunday, March 22, 2026

Bright ideas, simple reflections — a little light for every step of the way.

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Sunday March 22 – Fifth Sunday in Lent
Ezekiel 37:1-14
Psalm 130
Romans 8:6-11
John 11:1-45

The One Who Loves You

Grace and peace to you in the name of the One who is the resurrection and the life—Jesus Christ our Savior. Amen.

I remember doing some not-so-wise things as a teenager—maybe you do too. One time I took a pretty bad fall while goofing around with friends and ended up in the hospital with a broken collarbone and a lot of bruises.

What I remember most, though, isn’t the injury—it’s my mom.

She worked evenings as a waitress, and if you’ve ever done that kind of work—or loved someone who has—you know you don’t just leave your shift. You’re needed. And with seven kids at home, every tip mattered. So if she had to leave work, it had to be serious.

My dad took me to the hospital, and they admitted me overnight. I had just gotten settled into the room when suddenly—there she was. My mom came rushing in.

I remember thinking, “Either I’m in a lot of trouble… or something is really wrong with me.”

Of course, it was neither.

She was there for one reason:
because her child was hurting.

Nothing else mattered.

That memory came back to me when I read today’s Gospel.

Mary and Martha send word to Jesus:
“Lord, he whom you love is ill.”

Not, “the one who loves you.”
Not, “your faithful follower.”
Not, “the one who deserves it.”

Simply: the one you love.

That detail matters.

Because it tells us something about how God relates to us.

We often approach God a little differently, don’t we?

We explain ourselves.
We justify ourselves.
We try to prove we’re worthy of being heard.

“God, I know I haven’t been perfect…”
“God, I promise I’ll do better…”
“God, I really, really need you right now…”

But Mary and Martha don’t do any of that.

They simply trust in Jesus’ love.

“The one you love is ill.”

That’s it.

And yet—this is the part that’s hard—Jesus doesn’t come right away.

He delays.

And that delay is uncomfortable, especially for us.

Because we live in a world that expects immediate responses. We track deliveries in real time. We get frustrated if a message isn’t answered in minutes. We want solutions quickly—especially when it comes to things that matter most: health, relationships, justice, peace.

And right now, many people are carrying deep concerns.

Illness.
Grief.
Family struggles.
Anxiety about the future.
A world that feels divided and fragile.

We pray—and sometimes it feels like we are waiting.

Mary and Martha were waiting too.

And by the time Jesus arrives, Lazarus has been in the tomb for four days.

Martha meets him with words that are both faithful and honest:
“Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.”

There’s trust in that statement.
But there’s also grief.
And maybe even a little frustration.

And Jesus doesn’t correct her.

He doesn’t dismiss her feelings.

Instead, he enters into them.

We get one of the shortest—and most powerful—verses in all of Scripture:

“Jesus wept.”

The Son of God, standing in front of a tomb, knowing what he is about to do… still weeps.

That tells us something important:

God is not distant from our pain.
God is not unmoved by our grief.
God does not stand apart from suffering.

God meets us in it.

And then Jesus says those powerful words:
“I am the resurrection and the life.”

Not “I will be someday.”
“I am”—right here, right now.

And then he calls Lazarus out of the tomb.

Life where there was death.
Hope where there was despair.

Now, most of us won’t experience something as dramatic as Lazarus walking out of a tomb. But that doesn’t mean resurrection isn’t happening.

Because resurrection shows up in many ways.

In the slow healing of a broken relationship.
In strength that carries us through illness.
In communities that choose compassion over division.
In courage to keep going when giving up would be easier.
In hope that refuses to die, even when the world feels heavy.

Ezekiel’s vision of dry bones reminds us: God brings life to what seems completely beyond hope.

Paul tells us: the Spirit gives life—even now.

And Jesus shows us: love is stronger than death.

So what do we take from this story?

Maybe just a few simple, but powerful truths:

First:
You are loved.

Before anything else—before what you’ve done or left undone—you are the one Jesus loves.

Second:
God hears you.

Even when your prayers are simple. Even when all you can say is, “Help.” Even when your prayer sounds like frustration or grief.

Third:
God is at work—even in the waiting.

Not always on our timeline. Not always in the way we expect. But always with the intention of bringing life.

And maybe one more:

Sometimes faith doesn’t look like certainty.
Sometimes it looks like showing up… and trusting that love is still there.

So when you pray, you don’t have to prove anything.

You can simply say:
“Lord, the one you love is hurting.”
“The one you love is tired.”
“The one you love needs you.”

And trust that God hears.

Trust that God is present.

Trust that resurrection—somehow, some way—is still unfolding.

Would you pray with me?

Loving God,
You meet us in our grief, in our waiting, and in our hope. Remind us that we are deeply loved by you. Strengthen our trust when answers don’t come quickly, and help us to see signs of your resurrection life all around us.
In Jesus’ name we pray.
Amen.

A Little Light for the Way – Sunday, March 8, 2026

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Sunday Mar 8 – Third Sunday in Lent
Exodus 17:1-7
Psalm 95 (1)
Romans 5:1-11
John 4:5-42

“The Rest of the Story”

Grace and peace to you in the name of our Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen.

Our Gospel today tells the familiar story of Jesus and the Samaritan woman at the well. But when I read it this week, it felt like one of those moments where we want to know the rest of the story.

Some of you may remember the radio broadcaster Paul Harvey and his program “The Rest of the Story.” He would tell part of a story—sometimes about an ordinary person or an unusual event—and then, at the very end, he would reveal the surprising ending. Suddenly the whole story made sense.

When I read this Gospel, I find myself wondering:
What happened next for this woman?

Because this unnamed Samaritan woman is someone society had already written off.

Right away we’re told that Jesus is traveling through Samaria. That detail matters. Jews and Samaritans had a long history of distrust and hostility toward each other—centuries of division, suspicion, and prejudice. Most Jews traveling between Judea and Galilee would go miles out of their way just to avoid Samaria.

But Jesus doesn’t.

He stops at Jacob’s well. And there he meets this woman.

She arrives at noon, the hottest part of the day. That’s unusual. Most women would come early in the morning when the air was cool and they could gather water together.

But she comes alone.

Over the years people have often assumed this woman was immoral because Jesus mentions her five husbands. But the truth is, the text doesn’t tell us why those marriages ended. In that time and culture, women had almost no control over divorce. A husband could leave. A husband could die. A woman could be abandoned. And without a husband or family support, survival could be incredibly difficult.

Whatever her story was, we know this:
she had become someone people talked about.

Someone whispered about.
Someone judged.
Someone avoided.

Maybe that’s why she came at noon—to avoid the looks, the comments, the quiet shame that can hang over a person when a community decides who you are.

And yet—this is where the story changes.

Jesus speaks to her.

That might not sound radical to us, but in that moment it was shocking. A Jewish man speaking publicly with a Samaritan woman. Crossing boundaries of gender, culture, and religion all at once.

Jesus asks her for water.

And suddenly this conversation opens into something deeper.

They talk about faith.
They talk about worship.
They talk about the Messiah.

And then Jesus tells her something extraordinary:

“Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, but those who drink of the water that I will give them will never be thirsty.”

He is offering her living water—a life rooted in God’s grace, dignity, and love.

What strikes me is this: Jesus knows everything about her life. He doesn’t avoid the truth of it. But he also refuses to reduce her to it.

He sees her fully.

Not as a problem.
Not as gossip.
Not as a label.

He sees her as a child of God.

And that changes everything.

Because the woman who came to the well trying to avoid everyone… becomes the first evangelist – dare I even say, the first preacher – in John’s Gospel.

She runs back to the town and says,
“Come and see a man who told me everything I have ever done! Could he be the Messiah?”

And the people listen.

Many come to meet Jesus because of her testimony.

The woman everyone had dismissed becomes the one who brings others to Christ.

Now here’s where this story meets our moment in the world.

We live in a time when division seems to be everywhere.

Political divisions.
Cultural divisions.
Religious divisions.
Even divisions about who belongs and who doesn’t.

Every day we hear voices telling us who to distrust, who to fear, who to blame.

In some ways, the distance between Jews and Samaritans in Jesus’ day doesn’t feel so far away from the tensions we experience in our own nation right now.

But Jesus crosses the boundary anyway.

He sits down at the well.

He starts a conversation.

He offers living water.

That is the way of Christ.

And it connects with the other readings we heard today.

In Exodus, the people of Israel are wandering in the wilderness, thirsty and afraid. They question whether God is even with them.

“Is the Lord among us or not?” they ask.

God answers not with punishment—but with water from a rock. Life where there seemed to be none.

In Romans, Paul reminds us that God’s love doesn’t wait until we get everything right.

“While we were still sinners,” he writes, “Christ died for us.”

In other words, God meets us not when we are perfect, but when we are thirsty.

And if we’re honest, many people are thirsty today.

Thirsty for hope in a world that feels uncertain.
Thirsty for dignity in a culture quick to judge.
Thirsty for belonging in communities that sometimes push people away.

Maybe we know something about that thirst ourselves.

Maybe we know what it feels like to carry labels that don’t tell our whole story.

Maybe we know what it feels like to wonder if God really sees us.

The good news of this Gospel is that Jesus still meets people at wells.

Jesus still meets people in ordinary places—kitchens, hospital rooms, quiet mornings, long nights of worry.

And when Jesus meets us, he doesn’t shame us.

He invites us.

He invites us to drink deeply of God’s grace.

And then something else happens.

The woman leaves her water jar behind.

That detail is easy to miss, but it matters.

The very reason she came to the well is forgotten because something more important has happened.

She has encountered Christ.

And she runs to share that good news.

Maybe that is the rest of the story.

Not that this woman becomes famous or powerful.

But that her life becomes part of the larger story of God’s love for the world.

And maybe that’s true for us too.

Maybe the rest of the story isn’t about becoming perfect.

Maybe it’s about becoming witnesses.

People who say to others, in our own ways:
“Come and see.”

Come and see a love stronger than shame.
Come and see a grace deeper than failure.
Come and see a Savior who crosses every boundary to meet us where we are.

Because the living water Jesus offers is still flowing.

In baptism.
In community.
In compassion.
In acts of justice and mercy.

And when we drink from that well, we discover something beautiful:

We are not just people with a past.

We are people with a future in God.

And that future—full of grace, hope, and love—is still being written.

That, friends, might just be the rest of the story.

Amen.