SARA'S SONGS

for anyone who has ever asked,"Where is God my Maker, who gives songs in the night?"

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Palm Sunday, Good Friday, Missing the Point, and Glimpses of Hope

One of the questions I get asked the most by teenagers is “Why did God allow evil to enter the world?” It’s a great question – one that I sometimes try to answer, while other times I recognize my complete inability to even address the topic. Free will. Our ability to choose. The choice to love. The effects of sin. There are so many ways we can answer this. Yet all of these answers seem inadequate, especially when we are in the midst of experiencing that evil. We know who God

Good Friday: Better Than We Ever Imagined

They had hoped for a Messiah. Someone who would rescue them from the reach of Rome. Someone who like Moses would deliver the entire people from their enemies. On Sunday, he had ridden into the city as a king might, while crowds ran to him, crying out loud Hosannas. They believed in him, thought that he might be the fulfillment of their hopes, the son of David, the fulfillment of all prophecy. But now he was dead. So many voices cry out to tell this story. The woman who poured

Saturday, the day after

Saturday The day after the hope of the world died and the hearts of the world broke and the Father cried And the disciples saw nothing, heard nothing, felt nothing… yet remembered everything Do you remember what he said? What he promised? What he did? Who he was? Do you remember what our lives were like before we met this man who spoke words of hope, who taught us to believe in miracles, and to believe that God sees us and hears us and, dare we believe, even loves us? But tha