The Son rose on Sunday morning. My daughter once asked me if we will meet all the characters from the Bible in heaven one day. Well, yes, the good ones of course. I would like to ask Mary Magdalene what went through her head that Sunday morning when she arrived at the empty tomb. Why was she so upset? Was she not there when He said He will rise again? Did no one tell her? Did she forget? Or, could she simply not believe that He would actually rise for real? Maybe she thought it was some kind of metaphor or another parable . Doubt. Did Jesus really say: “You may ask me for anything in My name and I will do it?” Maybe He didn’t quite mean it in that way. The empty tomb of Jesus in Jerusalem “And, whatever you ask in prayer, you will receive, if you have faith.” Faith? Really? Is that all? “Truly I tell you, whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven.” For real? People have a problem w...

I started my journey through this desert fifteen years ago, when I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis. An auto immune decease. In plain English, this means the immune system attacks the body itself. In the case of Rheumatoid Arthritis, the joints are the victims.  I felt like an old lady at twenty five. Am I still in this desert? Yes. So why am I telling you this? The answer is not straight forward. Maybe you are also in some sort of desert. Maybe you’ve been there for longer than I have. Maybe you’re in a much harsher part of the desert than me. Maybe you’ve never been in a desert and you’ll never be in a desert and you’re wondering why some people need to walk through deserts in life. I don’t have any answers. Sure there are many books and many sermons with many kinds of answers to the problem of pain and human suffering. But why try to find answers to it? What’s the point? Answers will not always take pain and suffering away. I have learned that God can be ...