Tag Archives: Prayer

Expectations

A lit­tle while ago my daughter’s scooter was stolen. It was a weird crime. It was taken off of our front porch, in the mid­dle of the day, while she stepped into the house for a moment. We assume it was just a neigh­bor kid who was walk­ing down

Gethsemene

Last night I was read­ing over the dif­fer­ent accounts of the last hours of Jesus’ life on Earth. I was par­tic­u­larly moved by the account of what tran­spired in the gar­den of Geth­se­mane. The men­tal image of Jesus I car­ried in past is him at his strongest — the power that he dis­played