The Older Brother's Porch: A Reflection on Luke 15:25–32
The older brother stays outside, and I keep wondering if I've ever really gone back in.
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The older brother stays outside, and I keep wondering if I've ever really gone back in.
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She had spent everything and was only getting worse. Then she reached through a crowd toward something she couldn't quite name.
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Isaiah offers an odd little image — a rock casting shade in a weary land. I keep coming back to it.
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Thirty-eight years of waiting, and the first question Jesus asks is whether he wants to be healed.
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Moses turns aside to look at a bush that will not stop burning — and I wonder how often I walk past my own.
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Elijah collapses under a broom tree and asks to die. What God does next has stayed with me for years.
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The Beatitudes in Matthew 5 are among the most familiar verses in the New Testament. They are also, on close reading, among the strangest.
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Advent is, structurally, a season about waiting. Which makes it countercultural in the best possible way.
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The book of Ruth is often read as a love story. I keep returning to it as a story about the kind of loyalty that costs something.
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The parable of the prodigal son is usually told as a story about the younger son. I keep returning to the father.
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