Seven miles is an agonizing walk when your world collapses. The disciples on the Emmaus road simply put one foot in front of the other, moving away from where everything went wrong. They spoke in the hushed tones of people unsure they would survive the recent trauma. We had hoped he was the one. An ocean of loss exists in those six words. They mourned a future they believed God authored. This was a promised redemption they staked their lives upon, destined to end in glory until Friday. Then...

The air on this Friday feels different. It is thick with a silence that demands our full attention. I often speak of the importance of leaning into the quiet but today that quiet is not just a practice. It is a reality. The world has reached a terrifying pause. The light has flickered and gone out. We stand at the edge of a mystery so deep and so heavy that words almost feel like an intrusion. Today is about the God who loved us enough to stop being distant. It is about the King who decided...

(This week's post is written by Pastor Michael Smith) What comes to mind when you think of the Last Supper? Perhaps it’s the narrative of Passion week: the triumphal entry, cleansing the temple, then celebrating Passover with the disciples. Or is it Davinci’s famous painting, with all its mystery and tension and symbolism? Perhaps it’s not so much a thought as a feeling: that ominous sense that Friday’s coming . Jesus will be betrayed and arrested. He’ll leave his disciples and take up...