Dear Saints in Santa Fe, and other far-off places: Greetings in the name and spirit of Jesus Christ! The Seven Mile Walk. I remember reading a story years ago about a young high school football player who ran 82 yards for a touchdown. It was a Friday night game under the lights in front of his hometown fans, his parents, and his girlfriend. Eighty-two yards! He was on top of the world that night and he expected his life to be filled with more accomplishments like this. It never was. How sad to me. Nothing would ever be as good as that Friday night on a football field, that life would never get to the eighty-third yard.

Dear Saints in Santa Fe, and other far-off places: Greetings in the name and spirit of Jesus Christ! I never thought much about Holy Saturday before. It has always been a day of preparation, to catch my breath after Holy Week which seems to be more busy and anxiety-provoking than I think. So, I spend my Saturday consumed with the Easter sermon I give the next day. Can I find the right angle? Do I have the right message? Is it good enough? Will anyone remember it?

Dear Saints in Santa Fe, and other far-off places: Greetings in the name and spirit of Jesus Christ! Healing you, me, and the world. I know this sounds a bit far-fetched, but the Bible doesn’t think so. Page after page is filled with stories of people who are ultimately persuaded that they and the world can be healed, with God’s help. Like our story last Sunday of Naaman, the great commander of the Aramaean army who was healed of a skin ailment. Let’s start there. What did Naaman do to be healed? Not much really. He got angry. He felt entitled. He thought he could buy his way to healing. Then he listened to his wife who listened to a slave girl who talked about the power of God through the Prophet Elisha. And just as Elijah said, Naaman was healed on the seventh dip. How, again? And what about those first six dips? Here are some ideas, dip by dip . . .