Jesus was asked what the greatest commandment was. Jesus' response, recorded in Matthew 22:37-39, was, “'You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your heart, and with all your mind.’ This is the greatest and first commandment. And a second is like it: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’” Here, Jesus is saying what the entire rest of the bible says over and over--and we somehow miss--to do what God wants is to live a life of love.

Maybe because it’s second we think it’s not important, but we don’t do all that great a job of loving our neighbors as ourselves. 


We talk a whole lot about the Faith. 7 out of 10 people have a blog and 6 of them have a book coming out. And I'm glad there's so much truth being taught out there (Because there's also a lot of crap). But it's often just chunks of the whole. One person talks a lot about this chunk of theology and another is hung up on the other. But we might never get a framework by which to accept or reject someone's assertions.

I’m weary of the constant wooing I receive from the manly religious men among us with their Flintstone-like portions of meats and campfire bonding sessions. It makes me feel like we of the more copious nether regions are seen as nothing more than Neanderthals, and these meaty methods are the only ways our primal male minds can be attracted to God. My problem isn’t with meat—heaven forfend—it’s that most of the ideas of manhood they’re selling (and I’m sure this kind of naïve attempt at connecting applies to you of the double XX chromosome as well) come from personal and cultural experiences, not the bible.
Good Friday is the day we celebrate Jesus’ death on the cross. It is a day of mixed emotions. God himself bleeding and suffering for crimes not his own, but suffering in our place. There is a certain amount of sorrow, but there’s also joy, bubbling up from below. The joy comes because we know the rest of the story. A stone rolled away, a dead man getting up and walking away. The Spirit descending into each of our believing hearts.