The Eighth Day
Posted April 15, 2015
The Happiness Now
Lent to Eastertide. It's the most dramatic transition of the liturgical year, and — for me — the most jarring. Agony to ecstasy, defeat to triumph, death to life — all in three short days. Most years, I stumble out of church on Easter Sunday feeling dazed, saturated, and exhausted.
In one sense, of course, this is exactly right. On Thursday, Jesus was betrayed. On Friday he died. On Sunday he rose again. There was nothing gradual or soothing-to-the-senses about Jesus' victory; the resurrection came so fast and so unexpectedly, it shook the first eyewitnesses to their foundations.
Posted April 13, 2015
Defending Human Dignity
Holocaust Remembrance Day
By Dan Clendenin
Last Easter weekend, my family traveled to San Diego for my son's birthday. After church on Sunday, we drove down the Point Loma Peninsula to the Cabrillo National Monument. At an elevation of 422 feet, you have spectacular views — the Pacific Ocean to the west, Tijuana to the south, and Coronado Island and San Diego to the east.
On September 28, 1542, Juan Rodríguez Cabrillo sailed into San Diego Bay on a ship called San Salvador — literally, "Holy Savior." He was the first European to land on what became the west coast of the United States. Dominating the National Park is a 14-foot statue of Cabrillo. A plaque describes him as a "distinguished Portuguese navigator in the service of Spain."