... by faith, we are members of a new community which god is creating. And in this new community, there’s neither Jew nor Greek, neither slave nor free, neither male nor female. For all are one in Jesus Christ. One of the amazing and most touching things that I learned while visiting with the Christians in Estonia back in September, was the power of this identity and solidarity Christians have with each other. Alexander Coomb, a great patriarch of the church there in Estonia, now 88 years old, was sent into ...
... . The guide was the last descendent of the original owner of the house. As Muil was walking through the house, he noticed a beautiful old rifle over the fireplace, and reached up to examine it. The old lady pulled his arm down and said, “Please don’t touch it, it’s loaded and it may go off.” Then she explained, “My great, great grandfather loaded that gun and placed it there against the day when he might strike a blow for the freedom of the colonies.” William Muil asked, “Do you mean he died ...
... his laps before us. Straining and stretching toward the final mark, his posture was so beautiful. His posture was that of perfect balance, gliding swiftly over the ice, and it was as though he was so eager to reach his final goal that he was trying to touch it from his present position. Past laps did not matter, the laps that remained and the goal ahead was everything. Don’t forget the goal of the Christian race – the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. Now this does not mean the calls ...
... this, or better, until we’re grasped by it, we won’t make much progress in overcoming soul drain. You see, I’m really talking about finding a life of prayer. The mystery becoming personal, a life for the spirit. This is prayer. Abiding in Christ, staying in touch with the source of life, not being cut off from the root. Sharing in the life of Christ and allowing him to share in ours, growing in him and living our lives in and for and through him. So Paul affirmed the answer to soul drain – Christ in ...
... is in the room. He stands on the opposite side of the bed, and together they seem to dwell in the evening lamp light, isolated from me, private. Who are they, I ask myself. He and his wife, with this wry ugly mouth I have made, who gaze and touch each other with generous love? The young woman speaks, ‘Will my mouth always be like this?’ ‘Yes,’ I say, ‘it will. It’s because the nerve is cut.’ She nods sadly and is silent. But the young husband smiles, ‘I like it,’ he said. ‘I think it’s ...
... us that transcended words. We held hands in silence, as we looked into each others eyes and entered into each others heart. He knew that he was dying, and he did want to cover that up, but he knew that even in dying, he was going to make it. Soul touched soul that day, and deep called to deep, as we faced the reality of death and claimed the promise of eternal life. So death is not to be covered up, and it’s not to be treated sentimentally. It is an inevitable part of the process. It is the end ...
... fathers who found it impossible to dislike him. In 1963, he was struck down with a malignancy. He survived surgery and within a month was back at his tasks. In the same spirit, with the same infectious manner, he lifted the souls of those whose lives he touched. Then the pain returned; the cancer had spread and there had to be further surgery. Eventually he was told it was terminal. He had hidden the seriousness of his sickness from his family, but now it was an experience that had to be shared. In a letter ...
... : “Oh, Papa. My heart’s broke.” “So’s mine,” said Papa. I just broke down and Papa let me cry it all out. I just sobbed and sobbed with my head up toward the sky and my eyes closed, hoping God would hear it…Then I felt his big hand touch my face, and it wasn’t the hand that killed hogs. It was almost as sweet as Mama’s. His hand was rough and cold, and as I opened my eyes to look at it, I could see the knuckles were dripping with pig blood. It was the hand that ...
... and spirit is altogether good; that matter has always existed, and that out of evil matter the world was created, thus the world and all its material expression is evil. A distant emanation of God, not God Himself, created the world, because God could not touch evil. This general understanding issued in some specific expressions. (1) The creating god is not the true God, but a distant emanation ignorant of and even hostile to the true God. (2) Jesus was not unique, but merely an emanation, one of the many ...
... with whom you work -- the one who is always grating your nerves - - a personality that relates like sandpaper. You'll need patience today -- patience to abide just being with that person. But more -- patience that will enable you to get beyond the surface and touch a soul that may be hurting and has developed an aggressive grating style of relating as a defense for pain. Think about that person – and put on patience. What about the person from whom you are estranged. There's tension in the relationship ...
... what we call Ascension Day. Many churches in the Reform tradition sing verses 7 - 9 before holy communion. So, my Mom, Co-Bell, down in Perry County, Mississippi, who knows nothing about ritual or liturgy, and probably would not know the meaning of either word, has been touched by this Word, which for 3,000 years has taught people the absolute priority of God in their lives. Let's take a close look at the psalm for ourselves. I Notice first, as is almost always the case, the Psalm begins and ends with God ...
... and powerful meaning. The last point he made in that sermon was this: "The grateful heart sees beneath the surface to the source of life's blessings." How well Dr. Beaty knew what he was preaching about. What a gracious person he was -- how much in touch with the Source -- even in the midst of what must have been the most trying, confusing, excruciatingly painful life a person could know. Maybe that was the source of his power. He prayed to God, "Put my tears in thy bottle." His tears were not wasted ...
... of small communion cups. Now the lad was on the very edge of his seat. He took a single cup from the large tray. Carefully, he studied the small container from every angle. Then, with the broadest smile upon his face, he suddenly raised the cup to touch his father's hand, and said, "Cheers!" (story by Mark Trotter, quoted by Brian K. Bauknight, "Cheers!", October 5, 1986). The setting is The Upper Room. It's the day before his crucifixion. Jesus may not have known it was going to be the day, but he knew ...
... speak eloquently? Can you charm the horns off a billy goat? I remember one preacher who, when he made an announcement about where the water fountains were, half the audience would get up and go for a drink. Can you form words that convey thoughts that touch the heart as well as the mind? Perhaps not. Many feel like Moses who tried to brush off God's call because he could not speak eloquently. (Don't worry: Everyone can love, and love is more powerful, more valuable, more lasting than eloquence. Not everyone ...
... , Hill was very restless and uneasy. He couldn't get to sleep for the longest time, worrying about that threat to his life. But finally his drowsiness caught up with him and he did fall asleep. "The next morning, when he awakened, he was terrified. He reached over to touch his wife and she was gone! He got up and went looking for her throughout the house, but she wasn't there! He then looked out the window to see if she had gone outside. And to his greater horror, she wasn't there either and the car was ...
... didn't say great big nose." Well, by this time Charlie Brown has had enough. He sighs that typical, woe is me sigh and says, "You not only can't explain love, you can't even talk about it." As is often the case, Charlie Brown is touching upon a profound truth. Love cannot be explained. It is beyond explanation. In fact, love is best left unexplained. Tagore, the Indian poet put it, "Love is an endless mystery...for it has nothing to explain it." Tagore is only partially right. There is something to explain ...
... begin to happen as the prayer started, "Our Father who art in Heaven, Hallowed be Thy name." Gradually the teenager's hand would open towards that of his or her parent. "Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven." Hands would then touch. "Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us." Hands would grasp each other and tears would fill the eyes. As the prayer ended, parents and son or daughter, would be in each other's arms ...
... a passion not known before, and especially the slow ones. Especially Grover Junior Johnson! By the end of that year, "Grubby" showed dramatic improvement. He had caught up with many of the students and was even ahead of some. The years went by, and Miss Williams lost touch with the fifth graders of that class, until one day she found a note in her mailbox. It read, simply: "Dear Miss Williams, I wanted you to be the first to know. I will be graduating second in my class from high school. Love, Grover Junior ...
... was leaving the Seminary for another ministry. I told him how much he had meant to me over the two and one-half years that I had known him. And that was true. This beautiful man had led me into the depths of experience and knowledge I had never before touched. He had taught me the faith. He blushed a bit when I told him what he meant to me, and then pulling himself up tall, he said, "Michael, don't lean on a broken reed," and walked away. He had a far greater sense of his unworthiness than I did ...
... was leaving the Seminary for another ministry. I told him how much he had meant to me over the two and one-half years that I had known him. And that was true. This beautiful man had led me into the depths of experience and knowledge I had never before touched. He had taught me the faith. He blushed a bit when I told him what he meant to me, and then pulling himself up tall, he said, "Michael, don't lean on a broken reed," and walked away. He had a far greater sense of his unworthiness than I did ...
... baby in the womb). We can listen to plants and to our brain-waves, but we seldom listen to each other... All of us need someone who listens and hears us. "In studying the earthly life of Jesus as reported in the Gospels, we are deeply touched with his marvelous ability to listen. While his disciples were arguing and talking, Jesus was listening to the deeper needs of them and of the people whom they encountered. "Jesus traveled the same roads and village streets as his contemporaries. Yet he heard and saw ...
... of several children. My mother died. My father was a cruel and irresponsible man. I had to be taken away with my brothers and sisters from him. I, too, lived in an orphanage. It caught on fire one night in battle. I, too, had to flee. I've lost all touch with my family." "And, yet, somehow," he said, "in all of this, I have always felt that I needed to fight back. I somehow felt that I needed to make, not just the most, but the best of the circumstances. I've never thought of myself as the victim." Well ...
... , and the professional help they arranged, the girl continued to return to drugs. She left home, dropped out of sight for awhile, then showed up again at Christmas, more depressed and confused than ever. Her parents surrounded her with responsible love and placed her in touch with resources for help, but her depression grew. One night, her mother went into the daughter's room and told her again how much she loved her and how she was praying for a miracle that would save her. A while later, the girl left ...
... to her right. Who should be there, right next to her, but Paul Newman! She couldn't believe it! He had been her heart throb and dream boat for years. She was crazy about him. And there he was, sitting on the stool right next to her, close enough to touch. But she didn't want to act uncool. She wanted to keep her composure and act as if it didn't matter that much. So she simply paid for her ice cream cone discreetly fanning her face, and went outside. She was so proud of herself: She was disciplined, poised ...
... not stand up on her own. It was a beautiful sight to see. "Later that evening, long after the dance was over, Kent went up the guy and told him how special it was for him to do that and how much he admired him and how much he was touched by what happened. But then he said, "As the two of you were dancing, I noticed she whispered something in your ear. What was it, if I might ask?" And the guy said, "You're not going to believe this, Kent, but she said that that was the first time ...