... there in the lake that used to be home plate. So the coach got his umbrella and overcoat and boots and swam over to the field and said, "Jimmy, what in the world are you doing here? It’s raining. We can't play ball today." And little Jimmy, soaking wet right through to the skin, looked up at the coach and said, "I told you I'd be here. I gave you my word." There was no empty content in Jimmy’s word. And Fred Craddock concluded the story this way: "Now we know the boy is young, and under ...
... toward the drill sergeant and it infuriated the drill sergeant even more. The young recruit was confined to the barracks on a weekend. He was kneeling beside his bed praying when the sergeant came in from a drunken night on the town. It was raining, and he was wet and muddy. Seeing that young recruit kneeling by the bed caused the drill sergeant to be further infuriated. He took off one of his muddy boots and threw it at the young recruit and hit him on the side of the head. The boy resumed his posture of ...
... of despair. Now to verse 13, in which Paul shares, "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." During the Korean conflict, on a battle-scarred hillside, a chaplain crawled through enemy fire to be where a soldier lay seriously wounded. The chaplain wet his handkerchief and wiped the man''s face, gave him sips of water, held his hand, talked and prayed and waited with him until medics could arrive. Despite his pain and weakness, the soldier asked, "Sir, you are a follower of Jesus, aren''t you ...
... silent that day, Dr. Elam Davies declared, "While we may not be on speaking terms with our Father and God--God is never, I repeat, never--not on speaking terms with us." I could see the tears flood the cheeks of many sitting around me. My cheeks were wet as well. Yes, people have always felt the need to be more intimate with God. Today, I want to share with you three suggestions on this mystery of talking with God, using this parable as our guide and friend. First, Jesus was upset because this Pharisee used ...
... this body of death?" The Pharisee, motivated by guilt, works to prove he is righteous. The Christian, motivated by gratitude, works in the joy of the Lord. 10. Are you repulsed by emotional extravagance? Once a prostitute knelt at Christ's feet, wetting them with her tears and drying them with her long hair. The Pharisees were utterly scornful. Later, during Jesus' donkey-bourn triumphal entry into Jerusalem, the Pharisees demanded Jesus squelch the enthusiasms of the adoring crowd. How do I react when in ...
... with his dream to build a house for God. That night God got Pastor Nathan's attention. God didn't see David's intention in the same light that Nathan did. Early the next morning Nathan goes to the king and revokes his building permit. Pastor Nathan throws a wet blanket over the fire of David's desire. The message from God is, "No!" This message from Pastor Nathan to King David is blunt, forthright, and final. "David, you are not going to build me a house, I am going to build you a house." God informed the ...
... ? Now these were not sophomoric questions to tickle Jeri’s intellectual fancy. Jeri was involved with Kay and with God. And because of her praying, she could no longer either be separated from Kay or separated from God. And I never will forget the morning when Jeri, her face wet with tears, came from her time of prayer with this word, “I don’t understand, I will never understand it. I don’t know what God is doing or what he can do, but I do know that he must be doing at least what I’m doing today ...
... campus, and since it was raining so heavily, I decided not to go to church. Since especially it would probably be hard to find. Then there came a knock on the door, and I opened it. There stood the student I had met the day before. His raincoat was dripping wet, and on his arm he had two umbrellas. He said, ‘I thought you might have a hard time finding your church, especially in the rain. I’ll walk along with you and show you where it is.’ As I dressed, I wondered what kind of fellow he was. As we ...
... him, "Of course, it's damp underfoot, but that strikes me as a pretty petty complaint to be making at a time like this." Now I can identify with Moses. I see it all the time, and I, myself, become the victim of it -- the reluctance to get my feet wet when faith leads me on a new and less traveled road. That's at least a part of what Palm Sunday is all about. It's about one man's march to Jerusalem on that signal day, and what that story has to say to us who would be on ...
... He? Now these were not sophomoric questions to tickle Jerry's intellectual fancy. Jerry was involved with Kay and with God. And because of her praying, she could no longer either be separated from Kay or separated from God. And I never will forget the morning when Jerry, her face wet with tears, came from her time of prayer with this word: "I don't understand it; I will never understand it. I don't know what God is doing or what He can do, but I do know that He must be doing at least what I am doing today ...
... was attractive, admirable, strong, winsome, and blessed. Remember Luke's observation that, as Jesus grew, he "... increased ... in divine and human favor" (v. 52). Jesus blessed every life he touched. Too many people forget that! They think of him as a depressor or "wet-blanket" who ruins the joy of life. They react as if he were a curse instead of a blessing. So Walter Russell Bowie, writing in The Interpreter's Bible, says about our text: Many people since that time, both without and within the church ...
... . It is an upside-down pursuit, and some of the other passengers on the ship disagree with the approach. In one eerie scene, the small band whom we as viewers follow crosses paths with another desperate group looking for the way out. They, too, are wet and scared. And they, too, are equally confident that they are heading the right direction. In the end, however, they perish. The teachings of Jesus invite us to our own kind of upside-down pursuit of salvation. Seeking the top, we make an unlikely journey ...
... of Hominy, Okla. It was December and inmate Bernard Crawford escaped from prison. He accomplished this by diving into the back of the truck of a farmer. This farmer had come to the prison to collect food scraps for pig slop. Bernard covered himself in the wet garbage and rode undetected for about a half-hour. At that point the combination of the smell and the cold temperature got to him, forcing him to jump out, where he was spotted by a motorist, who notified police. We comfort ourselves that we can handle ...
... awareness, we become far too casual about life -- how we act, how we relate to others, the values we hold --become all too relative. Richard Holloway, a writer I have only recently discovered, former Anglican bishop of Edinburgh, tells of an experience one wet summer Sunday when he went to a church in Salisbury. The tone of the service, to use the bishop’s words, was “not exactly stirring, but gently Anglican.” There was “no sense of captivating awe or overwhelming emotion of any sort, everything ...
Perhaps you have heard the story of the star-thrower, first published by Loren Eiseley in his 1969 book The Unexpected Universe. He tells of walking along a beach "littered with the debris of life.... Along the strip of wet sand that marks the ebbing and flowing of the tide, death walks hugely and in many forms. In the end the sea rejects its offspring. They cannot fight their way home through the surf which casts them repeatedly back upon the shore. The tiny breathing spores of starfish are stuffed ...
... are happy with a welfare check and resigned to public housing, why bother with God? There is much gospel preaching but not much gospel action in this county so far as I can see. Every time a bit of spiritual fire breaks out, it is as if someone tosses a wet blanket over it. We know the name of that someone, and his Internal Majesty’s success is a sure sign that he has a legal right to do so because of generational sin and iniquity that have never been repented of. And every pastor knows it, even if they ...
Humor writer Ed McManus said one day he was late leaving home for work. There was a knock at his front door. It was wet and cold outside. He opened the door and there stood two Jehovah’s Witnesses, damp and shivering in the cold. They asked if they could come inside. Well, he couldn’t leave them standing there, so he said okay. He brought them into his living room and offered them a ...
... us. Many parents seem to take a special delight in humiliating their adult children by bringing up embarrassing stories about growing up. Stories about odd manners of dress, especially when backed up with pictures; stories about difficulties with toilet training or bed wetting; stories about the things a child once did when growing up, but has long since ceased to do. No matter how cute the story might seem, particularly to the parents, the result for the child is often utter embarrassment, diminished self ...
... , he immediately started down the hill toward me. Before I could think of anything adequate to say, he hugged me, and said, "You know, I have been wondering what I said wrong?" I collapsed into his arms and wept. When I finally gained control, I looked into his own smiling, wet-eyed face. I still couldn't think of a word to say. And he didn't say a word either. But with his arm around my shoulder, we just walked together up the hill and back into the family.1 That's the same story that Jesus told about a ...
... end of the clothesline, with his stump close to the flower bed. The fork that had been despised for a Christmas star was Farmer's Wife: just the thing to hold up a clothesline. Storyteller 2: It was wash day, and soon the farmer's wife began bringing out wet garments Farmer's Wife: to dry and freshen in the clean, bright air. Storyteller 1: The very first thing that hung near the top of the Christmas pole was Tree: a cluster of children's stockings! Storyteller 2: That isn't quite the end of the story, as ...
... man - he looked even younger - and he had a father some place back East who had been very proud of him once. Will: Well, I have taken my life into my own hands, and this is what I have made of it. Narrator 2: As he stood there in the wet under the streetlight, he drew up his reckoning with the world and decided that it had treated him as well as he deserved. He had overdrawn his account once too often. Will: There was a day when I thought otherwise, when I said I was unjustly handled, that my failure ...
... it co-incidence or God-incidence? a. That a mother refused to kill her baby? - 2:2-3. b. That a princess should find a baby in bulrushes? - 2:5-6. c. That Moses' sister was among the attending ladies? - 2:7. d. That Moses' mother was hired as a wet nurse? - 2:8-9. e. That Moses was raised in a king's palace? - 2:10. Old Testament: Isaiah 22:19-23 1. One Down And One Up (Isaiah 22:15, 19-23). Need: This may be an obscure and difficult text. It may be seen and understood in the ...
... farm couple was sitting in front of the fire one night. The wife said, “Jed, I think it’s raining. Why don’t you go see?” Without looking up, Jed replied, “Ah, just leave me alone. Why don’t you just call in the dog and see if he’s wet?” Wouldn’t you hate to live with that kind of attitude? We do not have to live that way. We can let the wonder of the birth of Christ transform us and our living. Some of you will remember the first of the great disaster movies, The Poseidon Adventure. It ...
... in our midst and ministered his peace, his presence, his proof, and we are full of gladness. And you missed it! Where do you think Thomas was? Visiting on Sunday? Traveling? Pouting? Shopping at some flea market? Or, perhaps it was raining and it wasn't worth getting wet for him to be in church. Or, maybe he was just too tired to come and was home sleeping. Never mind. The text says the church met on the next Sunday and this time Thomas was with them. He'd missed once. But now he had learned his lesson ...
... was that guarding it had been the custom for fifty years or more. Finally someone did some investigating, and found that years ago two guards were posted by the bench after it was freshly painted. Their job was to keep the king from sitting on wet paint. Someone forgot to retract the order and soldiers had been guarding it ever since. Is there a legitimate reason for this tradition we will observe this week? Shall we have another Thanksgiving? Oh, sure, it is the traditional thing to do. But is it worth ...