Suffering is never the end in the Christian worldview and, more importantly, the Christian experience.  

Louise Glück’s poem, “Wild Iris,” begins with a description of death, the sort of death something made of earth and growing there might recount if it could speak.

The early Christian record is not what we should expect from the human weakness to exploit the truth to serve one’s own ends.

While God the Father did not will the death of the Son, we can still ask why the Father permitted it. The answer lies in the act of our creation.

The Crucifixion is not just an image of God’s love, but a mirror reflecting our sin back to us, saying, this is the evil you’re capable of.

Remember the jar of expensive, perfumed oil that Mary pours on Jesus’ feet. We know Mary, Martha and Lazarus weren’t rich, and this oil was expensive. They would have been saving it for a special occasion.