... that describes the "if only" attitude: "It was Spring, But it was Fall I wanted, the colorful leaves and the cool dry air. It was Fall, but it was Winter I wanted, the beautiful snow and the wonderful holiday season. It was Winter, but it was Spring I wanted, the warmth and the blossoming of nature. I was a child, but it was adulthood I wanted, the freedom and respect. I was 20, but it was 30 I wanted. I was middle-aged, but it was 20 I wanted, the youth and the free spirit. I was retired, but it was ...
... dimension and reality we call light. It states, "And God said, ''Let there be light'' and there was light. God saw that the light was good. And he separated the light from the darkness." So light is introduced first in the drama of creation. It is needed for warmth and illumination. It is needed to begin life and to continue the life that has begun. The first step God took was to create light. That same principle is at work in our soul as well. It was at church camp that I learned the song, "At the Cross ...
... of Judas. No one seemed to fit. At last he came to a particular cell. The jailer unlocked the door. As he advanced toward the man, the man shrieked. Leonardo de Vinci stayed with the man for a while in the darkness. Finally, the man began to feel some warmth of human companionship. When he did, Leonardo put his hand on his shoulder and said, "Man, I have just purchased your freedom. You are free. Come with me." He led the condemned man out of the dungeon and saw that when they came to the light he closed ...
... snow that no light is visible at all. But if one were to go out on a cold snowy night and dig through the snow at a point where she knows a light is located, she would eventually find not only the light beaming, but she would also discover the warmth of that bulb had melted away a sizeable portion of snow around that light. The work of the light had been going on all along, but looking out over the carpet of snow, one would never have known that. I believe that on a spiritual plane, something like that is ...
... commented to a doctor that these were some of the most affectionate children he had ever seen. The doctor had a wry expression on his face as he answered matter of factly, “It isn’t affection they’re seeking,” he said. “They need your body warmth. They’re absolutely freezing to death, and it’s worse because they’re so hungry.” (4) People who are in extreme pain will seek out anything or anyone who will help them. Thus, people crowded around Jesus. They knew he was their best hope for ...
... glimmer of light. So you run through the forest, the briers and limbs tearing at your face and hands. Eventually you come to a campfire burning brightly in a clearing. You don't know to whom it belongs, but you don't care. There is light. There is warmth. And with your present needs met you curl up and fall fast asleep. Some hours later you awaken. And something is very wrong. The campfire has gone out! It's dark again. You are cold again. You are lonely again. And there is nothing left for you there but ...
... that the old striving to please God, that old scratching and itching is just too exhausting. You need a High Priest along the order of Melchizedek. It may be for you time to plug into the source, hook up to the manifold, and experience the warmth of a new thing, an everlasting, dependable Savior who is more than going through the motions of ritual. Like John Wesley, founder of the Methodist movement in England, you want a heart "strangely warmed." We really do have a Savior after the order of Melchizedek ...
... of them. Jesus Christ had died for this man, was I going to ask for me. Lord Jesus, I prayed, forgive me and help me to forgive him. I tried to smile, I struggled to raise my hand, I could not. I felt nothing, not the slightest spark of warmth or charity, and so again I breathed a silent prayer. ‘Jesus I cannot forgive him. Give me your forgiveness.’ As I took his hand a most incredible thing happened; from my shoulder and down through my arm, through my hand a current seemed to pass through me to him ...
... out the ancient story of a brutal and unimaginative social system that had clearly blighted in her any shoots of personality that we would consider creative or cultural. But toward the close of her life story, the tired voice took on a peaceful vitality and warmth. As she spoke of climbing the stairs of her childhood to her own attic room; there far above the stultifying drudgery of the mill village, and hidden from the eye of a drunken father and an uninterested step-mother, she communed with a fairer ...
... cupped over it. It was warm, and he sat there with his head down, his head wrapped in toilet paper -- be weeping his outcast state with this terrible soup. But the soup was warm, so he hunched over it and tried to get some benefit out of the warmth that steamed from it. Then the door opened and the whole room was filled with icy wind. "Close the door!", someone shouted. In came this little woman clutching her little coat. She found a place not far from Fred and sat down. The greasy apron man came. "What ...
... ." One of them was "There are a number of questions you should be asking yourself before you shuffle off this mortal coil: Do I really want to never see another sunset?Do I really want to never hear by children laugh ever again?Do I never want to feel the warmth of another creature next to me?Do I really want to hurt people who love me?Do I want to leave a permanent hole in the life of my family?Do I have more to say to those close to me?Isn't there something or someone or someplace I ...
... black woman, pulls up each Saturday. One recent weekend she took 107 meals down near the Georgia Dome to the little settlement of plywood shacks which will be demolished in preparation for celebration of the Olympic Games. "Those hungry for her food and the warmth she brings have learned to watch for the blue van with the "disabled" parking permit and the "I love Jesus" bumper sticker." "God bless you" is the greeting telephone callers receive when they call her neat home in south DeKalb's Redan area. She ...
... eternity in the Kingdom of Heaven. The expectation of the Judge, however, is that we will "dress" for our destination, even while we are here. Even though we live in the bitter cold of a fallen, sinful world, we are to live like the warmth of love, humility, and holiness that characterize our destination. The apparel -- the lifestyle -- that is fashionable in heaven may leave us shivering and vulnerable here. Kingdom-bound folks are bound to being teased and misunderstood, for we look and live so out-of ...
... sin of them. Jesus Christ had died for this man; was I going to ask for more? Lord Jesus, I prayed, forgive me and help me to forgive him. I tried to smile. I struggled to raise my hand. I could not. I felt nothing, not the slightest spark of warmth or charity. And so again I breathed a silent prayer. Jesus, I cannot forgive him. Give me your forgiveness. As I took his hand a most incredible thing happened. From my shoulder along my arm and through my hand a current seemed to pass from me to him, while into ...
... my soul or disturb my sleep but just enough to equal a cup of warm milk or a snooze in the sunshine. I don't want enough of him to make me love a black man or pick beets with a migrant. I want ecstasy, not transformation; I want the warmth of the womb, not a new birth. I want a pound of the Eternal in a paper sack. I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please.”9 Jesus participated in the worship of his people in the synagogue and temple. He was not against formal, liturgical prayer. What ...
... Spirit will make you a person of passion and purpose. You will stand out, not because of self-promotion but because you are following the only one worth your all. People will notice. Some will try to douse your flame; others will come to the warmth and light of it. Dorothy Sayers, the great English writer, said it best: “In the world it is called Tolerance, but in hell it is called Despair, the sin that believes in nothing, cares for nothing, seeks to know nothing, interferes with nothing, enjoys nothing ...
... sometimes convey the wrong message. A teen-aged boy informed his father of a wonderful activity that they were going to do at his church’s youth group. They were going to hand out blankets to the homeless. This was in Cleveland, Ohio where warmth is a necessity during the ruthless northeast winter. The young man exclaimed with fervor, “We’re passing out blankets so that we can tell them about Jesus!” His father, simply and with certainty, corrected him. He explained, “We don’t give blankets to ...
... with her a prayer that was appropriate for the ending of life, and he left. He knew that he had probably had his last meaningful visit with Miss Blanche. He walked out of the cold, sterile environment of the emergency room into the gentle warmth of a summer afternoon. He was suddenly intensely aware of everything that was around him. A gentle breeze cooled the warm summer day. The late afternoon sun was deepening the colors of trees and grass and flowers and buildings. He could see people moving around ...
... ! Mother: Hush. My boy, those are ugly words. How could you rob your own house? How could you take what is your own? They are all yours, son, as wholly yours as my love - and you can't doubt that, Will, do you? Narrator 1: That soft voice, the warmth, and fragrance of her person stole through his chilly, empty veins like a gentle stimulant. Will: Oh, Mother, life is hard, hard! Narrator 2: For a moment they stood silently. Then they heard a heavy step upon the stair. She went out and closed the door. At the ...
... the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” The light of the star still points to where he is to be found, and it is a reminder of him who is the light of the world. He is the light which shines upon us and warms us with the warmth of God’s love. He is the light which shines around us to light up the road we travel, to help us find our way. He is the light which shines through us, and calls us to be light and live light and share light, even when there is darkness ...
... to them, forgiving them, and changing them from the inside out. Our Bible study group came up with a wonderful image. What John expected in a Messiah was a rottweiler, growling and attacking the sinners of the world. But what he got was a puppy, changing hearts with warmth and affection. No wonder John has started asking the question: "Is this the one who is to come, or are we to wait for another?" Now, in order to figure out this passage, we need to digress for just a minute into the world of the prophets ...
Just a few days later, the needles are falling, the poinsettias are drooping, and the cookies are stale. How do we hold onto the feeling? How do we hold onto the warmth, the wonder, the welcome of Christmas? Christmas letters - offering graceful glimpses of old friends; That rare mother/daughter afternoon, creating the most perfect Christmas of our lives; American soldiers sharing Christmas with war-scarred children; Virginia neighbors sharing love with a Pentagon widow; A Christmas pageant, so full of joy ...
... and integrity, accountability and trust as the rock bottom foundation of an ethical political system. My friends, to "demonstrate the divine" means to embody the paradox of grace and truth. Truth without grace is cold and empty. But grace without truth is shapeless warmth that just dribbles away. Rita Snowden tells a story from World War II. In France, some soldiers brought the body of a dead comrade to a cemetery to have him buried. The priest gently asked whether their friend had been a baptized Catholic ...
... brightly and pervasively from the inside out. The painter Rembrandt, a strong and committed Christian, used light to reflect his spiritual understandings. Some of his most powerful characters appear to emanate light from within themselves, embracing those around them with warmth and energy. Even in his sketches, like Christ Preaching, the inner radiance of Christ gives definition to the sick, to the children, and to all the others who gather around him. In contrast to this, in Rembrandt's painting Descent ...
... is offered to all. It is through our own free will that we choose to ignore the light and the freedom that it brings. We choose to live in ignorance and darkness. We choose sin over God. Our world is daily bathed in the light of the sun that brings warmth, direction, and a sense of hope to our world. In the light we can see where we want to go; we have no difficulty choosing the correct path, or so it should be. The reality of our world, however, is that despite the light, we often are shrouded in the ...