I am a child of the 50’s and 60’s (pre-21st century) who grew up watching “family-television.” Let me tell you what I mean by that term. As a child and pre-teen my family watched television programming about families. Probably the reason we all watched together was simply due to the fact that, like most homes in America, we “only” had one television set. Imagine my surprise when I learned that when it comes to T.V. viewing for today’s young Americans it’s a family affair.

Last week I emailed my wife to tell her the dandelions had begun blooming. Now I am not a big fan of these little yellow weeds. However, my excitement was related to what they signal; the beginning of morel mushroom season. It is time for ‘shrooms!

Do you ever get the sense that our society at-large has become meaner? Well, I read an article recently on compassion in The Wall Street Journal that made me feel somewhat queasy; no, actually downright nauseous. It focused on the compassion, or lack thereof, that doctor’s practice with their patients. By the conclusion, I found myself wondering if the same isn’t true about us Christians and our bedside manner.

th Palm Sunday in our rear view mirror we now come bearing down hard on the dark depravity of Good Friday; then anticipate new birth in the brilliance of Easter Resurrection Sunday. Yet somehow within the crucible of Jesus’ crucifixion there exists a problematic paradox I had never considered. If you or I had been present that first Good Friday with the power to save Jesus from his suffering and death would we have acted on his behalf or treated him DNR?