Easter

The City Podcast: How to Go from Fasting to Feasting

by Timothy Motte on April 21, 2014

The City, a podcast of Houston Baptist University: Smart. Sane. Spiritual.

Featuring: Fr. Micah Snell, Cate MacDonald, Dr. John Mark Reynolds

How do you make the transition from 40 days of fasting to 40 days of feasting? For some people that can be hard. What about you?

Here is a resource that many of you may find helpful. Let Us Keep the Feast: Living the Church Year at Home

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Email us at podcast@hbu.edu with your thoughts, questions, or suggestions for future episodes.

You might also be interested in The City Podcast: What 3 Anglophiles Think of England.

The City, a podcast of Houston Baptist University: Smart. Sane. Spiritual.

Featuring: Mary Jo Sharp, Cate MacDonald, Dr. Holly Ordway

The historical events of the week leading up to Easter are absolutely crucial to the project of Apologetics.

What is Apologetics?

Glad you asked. In this edition of The City Podcast Professor Mary Jo Sharp, a Baptist, and Dr. Holly Ordway, a Catholic, discuss why it is so important to point to the Resurrection of Christ as we defend the faith.

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To respond to the podcast or suggest topics, email podcast@hbu.edu.  He is risen! Happy Easter!

Books referenced:
The Case for the Resurrection of Jesus by Gary Habermas and Michael Licona
The Risen Jesus and Future Hope by Gary Habermas
The Reason for God: Belief in an Age of Skepticism by Timothy Keller

He is Risen

by Benjamin Domenech on April 12, 2009

All the Gospels refer to the period when the heavens were just beginning to brighten in the east. This, of course, does not take place until the sunrise is at hand. For it is the brightness which is diffused by the rising sun that is familiarly designated by the name of the dawn … For as the day breaks, what remains of the darkness passes away just in proportion as the sun continues to rise.

Augustine of Hippo
Harmony of the Gospels

Mary Magdalene

The squabbling soldiers gone, the women got
What fell to them. Beneath the drooping eyes
Of Pilate’s guard (the afternoon was hot)
They laid him out and shooed the stinging flies,

Rubbed linen strips with myrrh and aloes, rinsed
The dust from limbs whose wounds no longer bled.
As if the crown still pressed there, Mary winced
When, with a separate cloth, they wrapped his head;

And she recalled the pressure of his palm,
The scent of spikenard, Simon’s baleful stare,
And how, the whole house filling with the balm,
She wiped his wet feet with her loosened hair.

Days later, at the empty tomb alone,
She thought first of his pierced and broken feet
And wept, incredulous. But he was gone,
The wrappings, neatly rolled, still faintly sweet.

A gardener was bending in the shade
Among the gravestones. Trembling with dismay,
She cried, “Where is he? Tell me where you’ve laid
His body. Who has taken him away?”

He didn’t answer. When she called again,
The stranger stood and took a step or two.
Her fear became bewilderment. And then
He said her name, and suddenly she knew.

Catherine Tufariello
Published in the Winter 2008 Issue