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Meeting the Risen Christ

Text: John 20:19-31 (Thomas doubts the resurrection) What do we know, and how do we know it? These questions arise from today’s Gospel reading. Mary Magdalene had come to know Jesus had been raised from the dead when he appeared … Continue reading

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“He arose in silence”

Text: John 20:1-18 (the empty tomb) Easter, resurrection, and Jesus all featured prominently in the Edmonton Journal last Tuesday. Paula Simons’ front-page column wasn’t about Jesus of Nazareth, though. It was about McJesus, otherwise known as Connor McDavid, the captain … Continue reading

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“Wait for the Lord”

Text: John 18 and 19 (the trials of Jesus and his crucifixion) Good Friday and Easter Sunday reveal the shape of our lives. On Good Friday we experience death, and on Easter Sunday we experience rebirth. These two poles define … Continue reading

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Grief on the road to new life

Text: John 11;1-45 (Jesus raises Lazarus) Why does Jesus weep as he approaches the tomb of Lazarus? As John tells the story, Jesus is going to bring Lazarus back to life. So why weep? Perhaps Jesus weeps in sympathy with … Continue reading

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Trusting the darkness

Text: John 9:1-41 (Jesus heals a blind man) Light can lead to enlightenment; and so light is central to healing. In today’s reading, Jesus calls himself “the light of the world” before he heals a blind person. Like a person … Continue reading

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From here to eternity

Text: John 4:5-42 (Living Water) Who are we? How do we describe ourselves? And with whom or what do we identify? These are some of the questions that come to my mind after hearing today’s Gospel reading. In the reading, … Continue reading

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Belonging, behaving, and believing

Text: John 3:1-17 (born from above) “Who’ll walk me down to church when I’m sixty years of age / When the ragged dog they gave me has been ten years in the grave / And senorita play guitar, play it … Continue reading

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