I stood in my kitchen and pulled out my phone.
I stared at the home screen with its display of all the apps I use regularly.
For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why I had pulled the phone out of my pocket.
This must be the 2026 version of walking into a room and forgetting why I walked into that room.
Ten days later, the snow is almost all gone. I guess it was just a dream, that 30-odd inches of snow, winter’s last gasp, and now we can get on with spring. The daffodils will pop any day now, and the red-winged blackbirds have already settled in for the season.
And I? I am searching for the road less traveled, as if that will make all the difference in the world, searching for a new way, although the way to where remains a mystery.
The Facebook algorithm is sending me in an odd new direction. A professorial sort looked out at me from a sponsored video Thursday morning.
It turns out that my doomscrolling and lack of focus “aren’t bad habits; they’re a high IQ brain trapped in procrastination it can’t escape.” This poor trapped brain of mine will do “anything to avoid what really mattered” — “but then my friend recommended the neurodivergent reset plan.”
If I would just take a little online test and keep reading, I’m sure at some point they would tell me their limited-time offer to purchase my own personal neurodivergent reset plan at a reasonable price.
It was flattering that they assume I have a “high IQ brain,” although a little alarming to find I am “trapped in a procrastination I can’t escape.” Fortunately I have a high enough IQ not to keep reading until they sell me the neurodivergent reset plan that will finally let me escape what I can’t escape.
I always wanted to have a high IQ brain, and I kind of like the idea of being divergent in some form or fashion — who wants to be “normal”? and define “normal” anyway. Here’s to the ones who “think different,” right? We’re the ones who save the world most of the time.
Writing about Jesus the other day, I said Christians need to stand their ground on the truth of who Jesus is. And I hope you were paying attention when I added, “Part of that truth, of course, is referring to Jesus Christ in the present tense.”
As we approach the annual observance of Christ’s execution and resurrection, there’s an important distinction to be made.
The death and resurrection of Jesus is not a nice story or a myth. The death and resurrection of Jesus is historic fact, witnessed by rather large numbers of people.
In his first recorded letter to believers in Corinth, the apostle Paul wrote, “What I received I passed on to you as of first importance: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, that he was buried, that he was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures, and that he appeared to Cephas, and then to the Twelve. After that, he appeared to more than 500 of the brothers and sisters at the same time …”
Those hundreds of witnesses never recanted. Paul went on to say, “If Christ has not been raised, our preaching is useless and so is your faith. More than that, we are then found to be false witnesses about God, for we have testified about God that he raised Christ from the dead.”
And so in this coming week we commemorate the historic events at the foundation of the Christian faith. The events were so momentous that they set a movement in motion that has survived more than 2,000 years now.
That first generation of Christians were adamant that they witnessed the risen Christ. Who am I to say they did not see what they testified to, including those who were martyred for refusing to recant their testimony?
We celebrate this holy day every year because He’s alive.
