DATE: April 15, 2012
SCRIPTURE:
Psalm 133; John 20:19-31
BY:
Chad Tanaka Pack
It was evening. I drove up the curved path and past the front of the church, rounded the corner, stepped on my brake dutifully at the stop sign, and then proceeded into the parking lot at the back of the meeting house. Because it was early spring, the sun was lingering a little longer above the horizon, a ripe blood orange filtering through bare black branches silhouetted against a grey-white sky. As I opened my car door, I heard the slam of other car doors and the murmur of voices greeting each other in the damp dusk air. One by one we entered the meeting house, through the side door, up the flight of stairs, and past the fire doors. Continue reading →