... is seeking to heal our hurts here as well as hereafter. Carl Michaelson was a brillant young theologian who lost his life in an air crash years ago. In one of his books he tells of a revealing incident. He and his little son were playing on the lawn, ... tunnel you pass through to get to higher ground, like a pass in the Alps. There the vista of life opens up and the air is clear. "You can see forever." There is the wholesome elation of altitude. The tunnel itself is not pleasant. It is dark, smoky, dusty ...
... is overwhelming. But our response to his extravagance is not extravagance, but stewardship; not waste, but care - the most intensive care we can accord to his resources. For our natural resources are not natural. They are miracles. Air pollution is a problem of concern, not because God hasn’t given us the air to breathe, and not that we must be concerned with his supply, but because of what we do with it to spoil it as the plastic world makes plastic profits with its plastic products. The junkyards and ...
... to the core. Judah as it had been known would be no more. Attention! But your attention, please! The crisis was more than political. It was theological. The nation’s misplaced faith and false security had been swept out from under it, and, hanging in the thin air of disaster, it had collapsed completely. This "flock of God" had had the covenant of God with Abraham ("We are children of Abraham"). They had had the covenant of God with Moses ("I will be your God, and you will be my people"). They had had the ...
... with him in glory." This assurance we desperately need. A mother who had suffered the loss of her child said to her pastor, "I wake up in the night and I stretch out my arms seeking once more to embrace my dear child but I embrace only empty air." We must all at some time or another feel the anguished yearning for "the touch of a vanished hand and the sound of a voice that is still." We stretch out our arms groping for the fuller life, the higher reality, the perfect fellowship which death cannot destroy ...
... is actually part of a service of thanksgiving and devotion for those on pilgrimmage to Jerusalem. They knew that they had come through perils beyond their power to escape, and they believed that the hand of the Lord was in it. In the days when the Nazi air blitz was on, Britain was standing alone and the Luftwaffe had not yet been driven out of the sky. In a church just off the East India Dock Road, an American newsman observed a sign, amateurishly lettered: "If your knees knock, kneel on them." Well, that ...
... Miller Chapel. Each of my classmates sat a few pews apart from one another, with clipboards and notebooks on their laps. I did the best I could and put together a sermon on the text where Jesus says, “Don’t be anxious! Look at the birds of the air, and the lilies of the field.” I stood up with that text and preached my heart out. I wagged my finger and said, “Don’t be anxious! Stop fretting! Cease your worry!” The sermon came to an end. Everybody got out of their pews with their clipboards and ...
... to carry it beyond the boundaries of our own search for comfort and ease. Thank God for the scattering of lesser figures. 1. This story was compiled by William Vickland, lay minister of the Little Brown Church of the Air, WLS, Chicago. It was printed in The Little Brown Church of the Air, Sermon Stories. The Reilly and Lee Company, Chicago, pp. 154-157. I have transposed the story into my own words and summarized its narrative. 2. F. W. Boreham, The Blue Flame (New York: Abingdon Press, 1930), pp. 220-223 ...
... of the outstanding personages of the modern era was Howard Hughes. Mr. Hughes was regularly featured in the news from the 1920s through the 1970s. He set world speed records in his day for air travel. He designed and produced new planes. He contributed much to the advancement of commercial air travel. He produced motion pictures in Hollywood and made considerable innovations in that industry. He managed and enhanced the oil drill tool industry he inherited from his father and became the second richest man ...
... mon. Look around you John. This place is great. (reaches into his backpack) Here. John: What’s this? Ray: It’s a list of PROS why we should stay here. John: These are you’re PROS? Okay, let’s go through them. Ray: Fine, go ahead. John: Fresh Air? Ray: Yeah, beautiful skies, don’t you think? John: Food and water? Ray: Got me a well over there and a couple acres of fruit trees over there. John: Good fellowship? Ray: Yeah, have you seen that girl that lives just down the road? John: Okay Ray, right ...
... gonna go? And what happens when your well goes dry or when the winter comes and there’s no fruit on the trees? Or (looking at Ray) when you take your shoes off and that girl gets a whiff of the real you? Ray: Hey! Beth: You think the air is fresh here? Just wait until you get above the clouds. You think this water tastes good? Try drinking out of clear, mountain streams. You looking for fellowship? Well, you haven’t had fellowship until you’ve been up on the mountain. John: So, you guys coming? Rich ...
... what you pray for." There was a radio preacher in eastern North Carolina who spent most of his air time asking for money. The owners of the station began to receive complaints and consequently they established a new policy and told the minister that he ... could no longer ask for money over the air. Surprisingly, the preacher took the news rather well and simply asked if there were any limitations on his prayers. "Oh, no," said ...
... be one of the most treacherous places you could go because poisonous gasses could form and snuff out your life before you had any idea there was a problem. So the miners would take a canary with them. The canary is much more sensitive to the quality of air around it than a human being. If it looked sick, drooped or fell dead, the miners knew that they had to get to the surface...and NOW! Prophets, both in ancient Israel and in the modern world, are like canaries in that they have a heightened sensitivity to ...
... him say again, "GO...make disciples." One final suggestion (and this I get not from the text, but rather sanctified speculation grown out of a lifetime of observation). If you would be truly prepared for Christ's invitation to the mountain top, have about you an air of joyous expectancy. When you come to this holy place from week to week, prayerfully begin your trip through the doors ready, not to run into someone you would rather not see, not to sing a hymn you don't know and would rather not learn, not ...
... the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours because it means that I am alive. Amen? Amen! Good stuff. There is so much for which we have to be thankful. And I will add one more to the list. I am exceedingly thankful this year that my Air Force Recruit son is studying at the Defense Language Institute in Monterey, California rather than basking in the sun over Afghanistan or the breezes of Baghdad. My heart goes out to the parents of the young men and women who are dying over there every day with no ...
... in the first century, while copying a sacred scroll, decided to add this doxology to the Lord's words. It provides such a majestic ending to the prayer that church has been using it ever since. Of course, this closing phrase was not invented out of thin air. It had been around for hundreds of years where we found it in our Old Testament lesson. King David had finished assembling all the materials for the great temple that Solomon would build and was moved to a moment of praise: "Blessed are You, O Lord, the ...
... from the rear of the classroom. It belonged to a most excited little girl. Leaping out of her chair she shouted out excitedly, "I know, I know, I know." "Good," said the teacher, "Tell us." Extending her arms high in the air she sang out: "TA - DA!" In the words of the ancient and historic Apostles' Creed in which many of us were nurtured, "The third day he rose again from the dead." Wow. Someone has suggested that if the cross was a heart-breaker, the resurrection is a MIND-breaker.(1) ...
... got you. She came to tell you I got stuck under the door." Mrs. Glenn realized that a three-year-old had no concept of death and spirits, so he was referring to the beings who came to him from beyond as "birdies" because they were up in the air like birds that fly. "What did the birdies look like?" she asked. Brian answered. "They were so beautiful. They were dressed in white, all white. Some of them had green and white. But some of them had on just white." "Did they say anything?" "Yes," he answered. They ...
... young man was taken by the fire. He saw problems in his own church, the Church of England. And, as might be expected, he faced fierce opposition. Although he was a priest in the church, he was denied the right to preach, so he took to the open air. He was comforted in the face of angry church officials; he was encouraged as he saw thousands respond to his preaching; he was challenged to fan the flames of revival in his land. And the result was what history has called the GREAT AWAKENING...all because that ...
An elderly Scottish woman was making her way through the countryside. Each time she came to a crossroads she would toss a stick into the air. Whichever way the stick came down was the direction she went. At one intersection, however, an old man saw her toss her stick into the air not once, not twice, but three times before resuming her journey. The old man was curious. “Why are you throwing your stick like that?” he asked. She squinted and replied, “I’m letting God direct my journey by using this ...
... Many of you watched the Olympics and were stunned when a 4-foot-8-inch, 18-year-old woman charged down a runway, vaulted through the air and landed on a leg so badly sprained that it could hold her upright for only a second. Just long enough to ensure the first ... ourselves. It is a call to put on our Jesus shoes and to live lives of loving service. It is a call to leap high in the air knowing we might land on a wounded leg if that is what it takes to live for him. "If any want to become my followers," said ...
... man." That meant that one of the two planes had gone down. Immediately workers in the control tower picked up the red crash phone connected to the rescue helicopter team on stand-by duty. When that phone is lifted, a rescue team is to be in the air in 120 seconds. The lead pilot descended below the clouds looking for his wing man. When he found him, he saw that he had bailed out and was in the ocean. The radio communication from the pilot circling helplessly overhead while his friend struggled in the water ...
... to all but a handful of the guests. Rev. Parker had considerable misgivings as he turned off the highway and caught his first glimpse of the site. Motorcycles filled the parking lot. Most were Harley-Davidsons, the choice of serious bikers. Very loud music filled the air from a tent and refreshment area. It looked, he said, like a heavy-metal Woodstock. The pastor parked his Jetta and headed up to the house. To his relief, things seemed to be in order there. He was introduced to the bride's parents and the ...
... AIDS? We live in a time of turmoil and constant change. One surprise after another. We simply do not know what tomorrow may bring. The best we can do is be prepared. When the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor at the start of World War II, Harry Brown, an Air Force pilot had just returned from a late-night celebration. In an attempt to defend against the attack, he raced to the flight line and took off in a P-36 (airplane) ”still wearing his tuxedo trousers and a pajama top. He obviously had not planned to go ...
... FIRST OF ALL, WE NEED A SONG THAT WE CAN SING. How much poorer Christmas would be without the sounds of music in the air. "Silent Night," "O Little Town of Bethlehem", "Joy to the World" ” how our hearts rejoice to hear the triumphant hymns and the tender ... fellow passengers on the "Space-ship Earth." Such a reminder is music for any season of the year. During World War II an air strip was built on a small tropical island in the South Pacific. The chaplain and others had tried to tell the natives about ...
... memory of that night. For the events of that night could never really be forgotten. All it took was the right breath of winter air or one star shining brighter than all the others and all the marvelous midwinter memories would come flooding back. And the vision of ... , the anticipation was there. Every now and then a phrase in a melody or a scent on the cool crisp night air would bring all those delicious memories dancing back across their hearts and minds, memories of the announcement and the longing for ...