The Women Didn’t Tell
“Grandmother, tell me again. Tell me again what happened.” Two women, one young, one old, sat in the shade of the tree.
“Where do you want me to start? From Bethlehem? From the Jordan River?”
“From the donkey. Tell me your part.”
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Mark: The Beginning
This is not a story in the sense the others are, but it tells a story.
Scholars believe that Mark was the first gospel written, probably around zero 70, around the time the Romans invaded Jerusalem and destroyed both the city and the Temple.
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Holy Week
Greetings. My name is Nathaniel. I’m one of the two unnamed disciples who untied the donkey and took it to Jesus. It seemed rather strange that someone would let us just walk off with their donkey, but maybe someone had arranged for that earlier.
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Easter to You
What if you had gone to the tomb that morning?
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The Holy Spirit, Wind or Breath
It has been several years, well, more than several, because I am now an old man. But I remember it as though it were yesterday – waiting, waiting, and waiting some more; the terrible blast of wind that came through the house; the tongues of fire;
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Opening Their Eyes
A small group of men huddles in a room behind closed doors. They have barred the door against any Roman soldiers who might be seeking them, seeking them as followers of their crucified leader.
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The Sheet of Animals
Peter knew, almost since he was born, some things he should never, under any circumstances, eat. He knew some people he should never associate with, never be friends with, never stay in their house, never eat with them.
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Simon after the Resurrection
I went out the morning after the Sabbath, wandering around the city, ending up at the gate to Golgotha. I had not intended to come here, where I had carried his cross.
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They Went to See the Tomb
This was the first written copy of the story of Jesus they had seen. Some of the teachings were familiar to them, but they had devoured the whole scroll up to this point. Now, however, the words took a different turn.
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Grandfather Bartimaeus
He had no idea why his grandchildren thought it was such a wonderful story, a story that they loved to hear more than any other, but he was glad that they did. And so the ritual began.
