I asked what he wanted to read and he said the story of Abraham sacrificing Isaac. Seriously kid? You want me—your dad—to read you a bedtime story about the time God told a dad to kill his son? How am I going to explain this to you? How am I going to explain this to me? How am I going to explain to your mom when she finds out?
In our culture, Easter can be many things... the Halloween of the Spring...a time to gorge on candy--serious how are Peet's still a thing? It can be a church outreach fair or a family holiday.
But, I'd argue that it can be, and properly is THE DAY. The day that illumines all our other days. The day that gives meaning to our life. The day we encounter the Risen Christ actually bringing life to our mortified hearts, not abstractly, but personally.
How can we move beyond the domestication, commodification, and exploitation of Easter to encounter this day as THE DAY?
Recently I got the opportunity to receive some counseling. (Yes therapist—at least the good ones—take their own medicine). It wasn’t a great experience and made me realized that we were coming at this from very different assumptions.... Therefore I wanted to share some of my convections about couples counseling with you. These are certainly not all of my beliefs but are among the most precious.