Little did we know, a month and a half ago, that we were going to set out on a country-wide dramatic retelling of the Easter story. We’ve all had a little while to get into character now, and suddenly it’s our time to step onto the stage and play the part of the huddled and frightened followers, gathering in their locked home, anxious to leave, worried about what the future will hold.
Second birth. Rebirth. A spiritual birth. What in the world could Jesus be talking about here? Maybe we’ve grown accustomed to the language. But hear it again for the first time: Very truly, I tell you, no one can see the kingdom of God without being born from above.
Sometimes a wild god comes to the table. He is awkward and does not know the ways Of porcelain, of fork and mustard and silver. His voice makes vinegar from wine. When the wild god arrives at the door, You will probably fear him. He reminds you of something dark That you might have dreamt,Continue reading “A “Wild God” and the disruptive presence of the Spirit”