On masks, grey-areas, and petty, unsexy freedom

Sitting in a coffee shop yesterday – a novelty with which I am slowly and gratefully getting reacquainted – I overheard two people discussing the announcement that mask-wearing will soon be made a ‘personal choice.’ The conversation went: Person A: “As soon as that happens, I’m burning my masks! Can’t wait to get rid of…

Gethsemane and the Half-Blood Prince

On Sunday I preached on the Garden of Gethsemane, one of the darkest and most psychologically intense passages of Scripture, as Jesus looks into the face of death, pleads with the Father to take away the cup of judgment, and then resolutely decides “Yet not my will, but yours.” As I was preparing for it…