On Tuesday this week, I rode my bike the five miles from home to the bus without stopping, never once taking my feet off the pedals to touch the ground. This is a thing. My route takes me through 27 sets of traffic lights at junctions and six more sets at pedestrian crossings. There are …
Good Friday without church is the strangest thing. But this unique moment mirrors with eerie clarity the isolation that sits at the heart of what we people believe Jesus did, which is to give himself up utterly, to be lost and abandoned in solidarity with every lost and abandoned person who ever lived. On Good Friday, the promise …