ExcerptPalm Sunday and the Gift of Disillusionment
How the story of Jesus’ triumphal entry helped me trade in false hopes for a truer picture of God.
The December sky was low and gray on the morning I woke up and could not feel my hands. I wrung out my arms, hoping the sensation would return. I shook them violently to no avail. Rushing to the bathroom, I held them under hot water. Then frigid water. Neither helped.
Within days, prickly tingles crept up my arm and spread to my shoulders. The numbness turned into pain that burned, ached, and stabbed. Even my fingernails throbbed. A neurologist performed tests using electrified needles inserted into ...
Friday, April 12, 2019
Palm Sunday and the Gift of Disillusionment