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God’s playground

“When I look at your mountains, at what your fingers have made — The rocks that the sea moves about from place to place — What are human beings that you have given this to us? What are human beings that we can play on this holy ground?”

Anger as revelation

“I’m not some crazy angry person,” I said through tears as the urgent care nurse stitched up the wounds on my hand.

The invitation of the Marys

I teared up as I read aloud the familiar Easter text: “Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb” (John 20:1).