“…all my achievements meant nothing in God’s economy.

For me the most radical demand of Christian faith

lies in summoning the courage to say yes

to the present risenness of Jesus Christ.1

Easter morning service in our church was magnificent, rousing triumphant music, scripture readings, an insightful, powerful sermon, culminating in a festive  celebratory Eucharist. 

Lately I have been thinking about the crucifixion of Jesus and how such a macabre symbol of execution as the cross has become a symbol of hope for believers in Jesus.

As a symbol, the cross is both bizarre and extraordinary.

There is no honour among thieves.  It is often observed that human greed is more powerful than human loyalty and that no allegiance or promise is safe from corruption by money, sex, or power.  Stories of double-crossing, double-dealing, and betrayal are rife in the world of crime. 

For forty days Jesus fasted in the desert and wrestled with the devil, then He returned to Galilee in the power of the Spirit.  But the devil was no quitter, he also left the desert continuing to scheme and contrive ways of tempting Jesus. 

For me, Lent has often been difficult, the most dull and boring season of the Christian year. As much as I look forward to Easter, I do not look forward to the long arduous process of Lent, with its focus on self- denial, and discipline, and self-examination.

Here is my servant, whom I uphold, my chosen, in whom my soul delights; I have put my spirit upon him; He will bring forth justice to the nations. He will not cry or lift up his voice, or make it heard in the street; a bruised reed he will not break, and a dimly burning wick he will not quench; he will faithfully bring forth justice.

If I had a song I’d sing it in the morning I’d sing it in the evening All over this land I’d sing out danger I’d sing out a warning I’d sing out love between my brothers and my sisters All over this land

Well I’ve got a hammer And I’ve got a bell And I’ve got a song to sing All over this land It’s the hammer of justice It’s the bell of freedom It’s the song about love between my brothers and my sisters All over this land1

Can there really be any such thing as a victimless crime?

There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilization–these are mortal, and their life is to ours as … a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit– immortal horrors or everlasting splendours.

Do not show partiality in judging; hear both small and great alike. Do not be afraid of any man, for judgment belongs to God.

– Dueteronomy 1:17

Since ancient times justice has been portrayed as impartial – an elegant lady holding a set of scales in one hand and a sword in her other hand.