The devil is a romantic scammer. A third-party retailer hawking knock-off joy and fulfillment. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. A false prophet.

The biggest mistake we can make as Christians is to think that the Resurrection is the end of the story. Of course we know, logically, that it isn’t.

When I am there, holding God within me, what are the words that I speak? It’s overwhelming to think about. What could possibly be right to say?

I meet many who identify as spiritual but not religious. Those more comfortable splashing in a shallow end of belief than wading into depths of doctrine.

We have all sold Jesus out, at one point or another. Some of us have done it more than once, and we’ve done it for a lot less than 30 pieces of silver.

“It must be so crazy, being God,” one of my friends said. “Does it feel like playing The Sims? Just making people do stuff because you want to see what happens?”

Nowhere in the Gospel story does it say that Jesus promised the man sight if he washed in the pool. I wonder what it was that made him feel he could trust Jesus.

This was when I learned that it feels good to help people, and this memory is a perpetually replenished well of living water for me.