... is Jesus still stirring confidence in the truth that He comes to us in the midst of shadows and overcomes them with the reality of His coming? Could it be Jesus is telling His disciples His victorious coming is certain? It is not hanging in the air as a mere possibility. It is not a maybe out there in the future. Time may pass, but it doesn’t matter, for what Jesus is proclaiming is already reaching fulfillment. The first disciples experienced that fulfillment, and 2,000 years of human history cannot deny ...
... always did. This day he was seated on the aisle of the plane. After the plane had taken off the man across from him took out one of those little short cigars that look like compressed leather. He lit up and started puffing noxious black smoke into the air. The first man leaned across the aisle and said, “I’m sorry, sir, but this is the non-smoking section. You can’t smoke here.” The smoker just ignored him, and looked straight ahead as if no one else in the world existed. Finally the fellow had had ...
... bread and pass a cup around a table, saw those same hands nailed to a cross. In the 4th Century Hilary of Poitiers asserted that our Lord “felt the force of suffering but without its pain. The nails pierced His flesh, but as an object passes through the air, painlessly.” All I can say is, “That’s easy for him to say!” He wasn’t hanging there on that Cross on that awe-full day. No, John comes closer to the truth: “And the Word became flesh and lived among us!” And that flesh felt pain just ...
... about 600-700 feet below sea level. This fact causes some interesting and unpredictable changes in climate. As the sun warms the air on the surface of the sea, it rises rapidly, and strong winds come howling down the canyons around the sea so fast ... granted that I am expressing the case of most people. I cannot remember the time when a dread of one kind or another was not in the air.” I can relate to those words, and I have a hunch that you can, too. We all have our fears. “You tell me your fears, and ...
... a wedding. We are all different kinds of people, but God has drawn us together in God’s great family, the Church. Gerald Priestland, a British writer in a recent article in the International Christian Digest talks about “The False Church of the Air”—and rejoices that the BBC does not allow individuals to set up radio or television “churches.” He says: “One real Father Murphy or Reverend Smith, who knows and serves his congregation, is worth a half-dozen plastic media messiahs. He may be ugly ...
... home. All of a sudden the fire alarm goes off and so does the electricity. There is yelling, and smoke filled the entire floor where the elderly shut-in lived. How they rejoiced when they were finally able to get to an open door where they could breathe fresh air and get away from that fire alarm. Jesus does that for us. When the alarm goes off in our spirit, it''s telling us that we are breathing in the wrong stuff--we have sinned and fallen short--we have neglected our relationship with him. This is where ...
... of the country, I made a bewildering discovery. These long-faced, listless people were present in every congregation." Then she asked a very good question: "How could they come into God''s presence Sunday after Sunday without breathing in the joy that danced in the very air?" Let us remember that the theme of Paul''s letter to the Philippians is joy. Joy being the echo of the presence of God inside of us as believers. One of the great benefits of the joy of God is sharing with others the ENCOURAGEMENT we ...
... easily gnaw through something and prevent him from controlling his flight, and could destroy him. It was a bad moment. Suddenly, something came to him; he remembered that rats live in low altitudes. So he headed the nose of that plane upward and he climbed until the air became so thin he could hardly breathe. He knew he couldn't go any higher or he would black out, so he leveled off and continued to fly at that altitude. After awhile he didn't hear the gnawing, but he didn't take any chances. He continued ...
... whether you’ve been to India or not, but that was an onslaught on every thing that we were and every thing we had experienced. We were riding first class in air conditioned comfort, but in every train station, we would look out at trains on parallel tracks with hoards of humanity hanging out doors and windows. No air conditioning, overcrowded compartments, crying babies, sweating adults, open windows, swarming flies. We couldn’t take it and began to pull the shades when we came into a train station that ...
... got to the stoop, she noticed there was a light under the shade at Mattie's window, and she strained to hear what actually sounded like music coming from behind the screen. Mattie was playing her records! Etta stood very still, trying to decipher the broken air waves into intelligible sound, but she couldn't make out the words. She stopped straining when it suddenly came to her that it wasn't important what song it was -- someone was waiting up for her. Someone who would deny fiercely that there had been ...
... which you once walked, following the course of this world, following the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that is now at work in the sons of disobedience." Does it pierce your mind -- those stark images -- "following the course of this world, following the ... prince of the power of the air -- the spirit that is now at work in the sons of disobedience." Too stark for reality? Not at all. At 12:21 a. ...
... , one fine morning, Moses had watched a great mother eagle hovering over and around her nest, trying to tempt her fledgling to take off for the first time into the broad upper air. But the little fellow, not knowing yet what eagle wings were for, refused to leave the comfortable nest on the craggy ledge. Then the mother bird rose in the air above and with a sudden swoop struck the nest and the young bird and sent them hurdling out into space. The fledgling was forced to fly now, and around him the mother ...
... we call a bumble bee...big body, tiny wings. Their design defies all aerodynamic principles. But they do fly. The way they fly is unique. They blow themselves up with oxygen. They breathe deeply in, taking in as much air as possible. Almost panting worse than a worn out hunting coon dog. They take in as much air as possible, blow themselves up with oxygen and then they take off and soar. Annie Dillard came upon one of these sphinx moths on the deck rail of a ship, frightened him before he was ready to fly ...
... would be their last Passover meal with Jesus. If they didn't know that, or suspect it, they knew that something ominous was in the air -- something heavy was going on in Jesus' mind and heart. And yet even in the midst of the foreshadowing of the cross, Jesus got up ... one ton panel truck, and in the back here I've got two tons of canaries...If I can't keep half of them up in the air I can't drive my truck." Well, that makes the point doesn't it? The question of power. And that's a part of the commitment ...
... of the Church. People from all walks of life who have been redeemed by the grace of God. But there is more. On All Saints Day, especially—we seek to consciously worship “amidst a great fluttering of wings, with the whole host of Heaven crowding the air above our heads. Matthew is there, and Thomas, Barnabas and the Virgin Mary. Teresa is there along with Ignatius…call their names and here them answer “Present.” On All Saints Day, they belong to us and us to them. And as their ranks swell so does ...
... , doing some last minute Christmas shopping. When I entered the store, I knew something was wrong. There was tenseness in the air – everybody seemed to be on edge, especially the salespersons. I soon discovered the reason. There were two men in the store ... sunset or any kind of conversation, so I was gracious and returned to the book I was reading. When we were in the air, she left her seat to do her work. We usually think that airline attendants have a glamorous job – flying off interestingly to places ...
... ’t need justice; you need mercy!” 7 They stared at each other in silence. Here’s how to spot the real thing. Mercy is not strained; it is not forced; it is not given with a grudge or I.O.U; it is not delivered with a barb or air of superiority, because if it is it is, then mercy is mixed with something less pure. True mercy creates a rich memory but no unpleasant aftertaste; it is sweet through and through. Mercy is the first sight of the outskirts of the heavenly city. And, if properly received, it ...
... to fill the children’s gardens with plants made it easy to believe the words of Jesus, “Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than ... ? at some point past which you have to say, No, not and keep it faithful. Pay attention, said Jesus. Look at the birds of the air. Consider them for a while, perhaps while lying on your back. See how busy they are, but they are not anxious. You have never seen a ...
... was beginning to recover from a nervous breakdown when he visited Mt.Athos. He happened to arrive just as the monks were celebrating Greek Orthodox Easter, a ceremony thick with symbolism, thick with beauty. Icons were everywhere. Incense hung in the air. And at the height of that service the priest gave everyone present three Easter eggs, wonderfully decorated and wrapped in a veil. “Christos Anesti!” he said--“Christ is Risen!” Each person there, including Rollo May, responded according to custom ...
... some strange and completely unknown passage, his body at the mercy of larger forces bearing down on him. “Overnight, his body and world were radically altered. He now must breathe air, not water. He has to use his mouth for nourishment, no longer relying on a connection to my body. In his sleep, he flails his hands through the air, startled not to hit the solid, comforting wall of my body. After living only in warm darkness, he experiences light, coolness, and the touch of other skin on his own. Nothing ...
... Holy Spirit, is that guide. Pastor Michael Walther tells of listening to a radio program (Focus on the Family) about a famous test pilot. This pilot was flying a fighter jet in bad weather and about to make his instrument approach to an airport. The air traffic controller called and asked how much fuel he had. “Plenty,” he said. “Well,” the controller said, “we’ve got a little problem. There’s a young pilot who is not instrument rated. He’s lost in the clouds, and we were wondering if you ...
... cinders diminished by a sister's grace or shadowed by her radiant face. I tell myself, go back, go back and face the same old vista, track yet play a new role in a way I never dreamed that I might play: bold, brave, unshakable aware invincible, bright, light as air and like none other anywhere. That's an uncommon source for describing what baptism is about. But it is there. At least it comes close to what God is trying to tell each one of us. God is trying to get you to live your life in a way you ...
... us that the diffusion of light in the world is caused by the reflection of the rays of the sun off particles in the air, off the clouds, off the earth. If it weren't for this dispersion of light, there would only be the sun and darkness. But ... over the years that it takes work to get a fire just right: the wood needs to be carried and stacked a certain way with just enough air circulating around it. And of course, the damper has to be open. But once the fire is going, it is wonderful just to sit back and ...
... are an integral part of it. We can only thank God that he too maneuvers in the realm of contradiction, with unchanging love and mercy that is new every morning. 1. Sides was interviewed on Fresh Air, broadcast on NPR March 24, 2003. I listened to the interview again on the Fresh Air website to get the quote accurately. 2. Quoted by Kathleen Norris, Amazing Grace (New York: Riverhead Books, 1998), p. 169. 3. All of the Chesterton material is from the chapter "The Paradoxes of Christianity," from his ...
... untold examples of selfless labors and selfless service. I remember an interview with one survivor who happened to be a Reverend. She took over the interview, not wanting to go where the NBC newscaster was heading her--but she spent her entire time on the air naming the names, first, middle and last, of her neighbors who rescued her and brought her to safety, and of her Lord who was with her all the way. These are the high FLOSS people we celebrate most this first Sunday after Hurricane Katrina. The heroism ...