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The Resurrection And Me
Every Easter, the History Channel (or the Discovery Channel, PBS, NBC, et. al….) runs a program looking over hot Christian topics: the historicity of the books of the Bible; the myths of Jesus having a family after the crucifixion; stories about where Jesus’ body might be found. The same thing happens around Christmas. Sure it’s…
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Ancient Tablet Proves Jesus Wrong?
I figured I should write something about the recent discovery of the Gabriel Tablet as they’re calling it. New York Times asserts that this tablet might actually prove that Christianity isn’t unique with its resurrections claims. What I found interesting about that bit is that most informed Christians don’t make a point of arguing about…
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Thomas’ Lonely Week: Friday
Friday. Knocking on the heavy wooden door. No one is answering. Martha says something about the Disciples still being in Jerusalem and now we can see her walking away, sadly looking over her shoulder. The table is still turned over. The pillows are still in disarray. A smear of dried liquid is on the wall.…
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Thomas’ Lonely Week: Thursday
Thursday. “We don’t know where you’re going, how can we know the way to get there…” Thomas growls to himself. “We don’t KNOW where you’re going!” he yells it snidely, grabs a pillow and throws it against the wall.” He kicks over the table and punches the wall “Let’s go with him to Judea and…
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Thomas’ Lonely Week: Wednesday
Wednesday. Thomas is at the door, basket in hand waving at Martha who is going back to the main house. The sun is high in the noon sky. He carries the basket back to the table and sits down, heavily sinking into the pillow around it. He takes a big whiff, smiles absentmindedly and opens…
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Thomas’ Lonely Week: Tuesday
Tuesday. Thomas is splashing water on his face, hair and back. He opens his red-rimmed eyes, and stops, his hands frozen above the basin, water dripping back in. He stares, not at his own reflection but at the sparkling, rippling water. "The blind man." He slowly scoops up some water and methodically washes his eyes.…
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Thomas’ Lonely Week: Monday
Monday. Thomas is standing at the window, a rooster crowing in the nearby distance. The sky still has the final purple remnants of night that it stubbornly clings to in the face of the overpowering dawn. A cup of goats milk sits forgotten on the table. A basin of water sits unused by the door.…