... not do otherwise. The cross we are called to carry is not a crushing, back-breaking burden. Instead it is more like a yoke — a beam with a cross-bar that lies upon our shoulders and makes it possible for us to bear far more than we ever thought possible because Christ is the lead puller. In fact, the yokes of the first century looked like a cross, which makes Christ’s promise that “my yoke is easy” all the more revealing. Have you ever noticed that a small cross looks like a sword? The cross can ...
... from 1933 to 1945 was much worse than we ever imagined, with thousands more concentration camps up and running in areas of Europe under Hitler’s control than we ever thought even possible. The suspicion now is that the numbers of Jews killed may be far more than the 6 million we thought. (See Eric Lichtblau, “The Holocaust Just Got More Shocking,” New York Times Sunday Review, 01 March 2013: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/03/02/holocaust‑researchers‑catalogue‑nazi‑ghettos_n_2797031.html ...
... , if he will just choose a new path. God bless." Packard then asked the judge if she could give the young man two stones. One said "Hope," the other said, "A special prayer for you." The young man took the stones, and began to sob. "The hurt, I never thought of that," said the teen. "I'm really sorry. I regret this decision. I'm sorry for all of the hurt that I caused you." "I care. Lots of people care about you," said Packard. Then Packard did something none of the people in the courtroom had seen before ...
... in jail. We’ve seen their actions. Trusting God, they stayed where they were. Now we’re going to see their impact on others. The jailer woke up, and when he saw the prison doors open, he drew his sword and was about to kill himself because he thought the prisoners had escaped. But Paul shouted, “Don’t harm yourself! We are all here!” At this, the jailer called for lights, rushed in and fell trembling before Paul and Silas. He then brought them out and asked, “Sirs, what must I do to be saved ...
... an invitation to partake of the Kingdom of God. It is one thing to welcome Jesus into your home and hearth, like Martha has done. It is quite another to do what Mary has done: welcome Jesus into your heart. Martha thought that Mary was “slacking off.” Martha thought that Mary was “playing hooky.” And she was. But here’s the thing: “playing hooky” is what God intended for humanity. God was “playing” when God created the world and everything in it. Play is the essence of creativity, of ...
... do not all have the same gifts, and we need not feel badly because someone else has different gifts. When we use our gifts together, united in our mission and purpose, we make a whole. The church would be a boring place if everyone was alike and thought the same way. Too much sameness would make it difficult to fulfill the mission and ministry of the church. God created us all to be different. Following Paul the next pastor had different gifts; he might have been a better preacher. There were some in that ...
... live in community, to live a certain way, a holy way. We are to encourage one another in the faith. Being a part of the church of Jesus Christ entails responsibility. We are no longer free spirits who come and do as we please. The bickering Corinthians thought they were wise, which Paul calls into question when he writes, “If you think that you are wise in this age, you should become fools so that you may become wise.” We live out our faith not elevating ourselves, or making ourselves out to be better ...
... they could talk about the issue. About 600 people showed up, including the participants in his prayer group. In May of that year, the police blocked traffic to the church in fear that the crowd had grown too large. When they blocked the traffic, they thought they had put an end to what they feared would be an insurrection. The barricade didn’t stop the people from coming to the church. It had quite the opposite effect. The crowd grew as people attended regularly each Monday night with lighted candles in ...
... pound cake. Did she feel you quenched the Spirit. There went the pound cake. Did she feel you stole someone’s joy? Here comes a pound cake. Then she would have one of her children or grandchildren deliver it promptly to those she was having unsanctified thoughts about. A pound cake was her way of restoring a broken relationship with you. When the deceased’s daughter sat down, the place sat in stunned silence. No one else said a word. And the preacher concluded the service with prayer. A pound cake is so ...
... Glenn waved it off, but it quickly returned. This time he swatted it to the ground and stepped on it. He thought his problem was solved, but to his amazement, the bee emerged from the sand to renew its attack. Before it had a chance to get airborne again, Glenn ... ground the insect into the sand. That should do it, he thought. He resumed his lunch. As he finished his lunch, out of the corner of his eye he noticed the bee burrowing out from its ...
... It’s a suffering love, desiring that we all accept God’s grace in Christ, and then that same love sends us out to do something about God’s love. These discouraged former believers have their faith re-ignited by Jesus. They return to Jerusalem, which they thought was the place of great disaster, but they find it the epicenter of Jesus’ earthshaking resurrection. They rush to tell the others the news of what’s happened on the road with Jesus and at the supper with Jesus. On the road and in the meal ...
... Finally you made it to the tree lot, but there wasn’t much left. You ended up with a scraggly looking tree that wasn’t very straight, but because you refused to pay the big prices they wanted for the pretty trees, that was it. Oh, well, you thought, maybe you could hide the bare spots in the corner and make it do. When the family saw the tree everyone complained about how bad it looked. “But then you decorated it: the strings of lights, the beautiful balls and angels and the shiny tinsel. Then all the ...
... who came away to serve God and love others no matter what. Dag Hammarskjold died in a plane crash September 17, 1961, in Africa, while trying to negotiate peace in the Belgian Congo. After his death beside his bed a journal was found that recorded his deepest thoughts for 36 years. It revealed to the world the struggle to come to mature faith, and it showed the burden upon one who has power to be concerned for others instead of for oneself. He was posthumously awarded the Nobel Prize for Peace and his diary ...
... Year is just like the old year. Here another year has gone by and everything’s still the same. There’s still pollution and war and stupidity and greed. Things haven’t changed. I say what kind of future is this? I thought things were supposed to improve. I thought the future was supposed to be better.” Hobbes replies with his usual keen insight, “The problem with the future is that it keeps turning into the present.” The New Year is traditionally a time for reflection. We look back over the year ...
... the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, “Don’t throw the baby out with the bath water.” (1) I don’t know how accurate that description of the 1500s is, but it certainly gives one pause for thought. Even among royalty, in the so-called “good old days,” there was an aversion to bathing. King Louis XIV of France only took three baths in his entire life. However he had the linen changed on his 73 beds three times a day. (2) So, he may not ...
... , hear my voice. Let your ears be attentive to my cry for mercy. Have you ever been in one of those dungeons “beneath the castles of despair”? Have you ever cried out of the depths? Have you ever been so far down in the dumps that you thought there was no way to climb out? You’re not alone. Years ago, Dr. Gerald Klerman of Cornel Medical College found that baby boomers (in this study, those born between 1947 and 1967) were four to five times more likely to be depressed than those persons born earlier ...
... be put in the water and the water would seep through the tea bags and there would be no messy leaves in the cup. Well the newcomer thought that was a great idea and so he took two packets of sugar which also had been provided and drop them in his cup of hot water, ... equally despised crucifixion. The Old Testament says, “Anyone hung on a tree is under God’s curse,” so the Jews thought that someone who was crucified was cursed by God. Criminals died on crosses not decent folk. We’ve asked this before ...
... . He recalled that he learned in seminary that a small amount of olive oil should be mixed with ashes first. Frantically racing to the church kitchen, Carl searched everywhere for olive oil or any kind of oil… but to no avail. Seeing the water fountain, Carl thought, “Oh, what difference does it make anyway… as long as the ashes are wet.” Well, the story of that Ash Wednesday many years ago is still told in Carl’s first parish. You see, the difference between a mixture of olive oil and ashes and a ...
... inside a building named for a pagan god (Acts 17:19 and 20). Today’s text begins with Paul honoring relationships and giving dignity and respect to the worldviews of his hearers. Here, as did Jesus, Paul met people where they were, rather than where he thought they should be. Here Paul worked to build relationships rather than to diminish them. Here Paul acknowledged their own ways of finding meaning in life through religion and philosophy (Acts 17:22-23). He even quoted one of their own poets (Acts 17:29 ...
... . He became so rich and prominent, in fact, that he was made a deacon in his local Baptist church. This worried him because he felt he should not serve as a deacon with this terrible sin on his conscience. One night as he pitched and tossed in the bed, the thought occurred to him that he could go to the local priest about it. The priest said it was a bit unusual for a Baptist to come to confession, but he would be glad to hear him. After the man had told the priest about stealing all of the lumber, he ...
... chain saw experience. With his hand on the exit door Bob sighed heavily and with an impatient voice, dripping with sarcasm, retorted, “Look, I’m in a hurry to get the job done. I can figure this out for myself. I’m not stupid.” “Hmmm…” thought the manger to herself. So, Bob worked all day, faithfully oiling the chain every half hour. By suppertime Bob was hot, dusty, and exhausted. Sadly, he had been able to cut only one quarter of one cord of wood… certainly not close to the ten cords ...
... you ever been in the valley of dry bones? Some of you have. You’ve been in the midst of a bad marriage. One day you woke up and all around you were dead bones where a loving relationship had once been. There had been happier times, times when you thought this marriage was made in Heaven. But now it’s closer to Hell. Dry bones. Some of you go to work . . . and you’re surrounded by dry bones. Your job certainly doesn’t match up to the dreams and aspirations of your youth. Dry bones. Or it happens when ...
... pick-up truck. The message on the bumper sticker was, “Honk if something falls off.” The bumper sticker was meant in a humorous vein concerning the condition of the truck, but it caused Doyal to think about that phrase: “Honk if something falls off.” First, he thought, it is no small matter to know and admit you are not perfect. Whether your life is like that humble truck, or be it a spotless, shiny Lexus or other luxury automobile, none of us is perfect. The sooner we admit that, the better off we ...
... has Risen from the Dead, Hallelujah! “I know that my Redeemer lives.” If I were to change the end of that last statement by only two letters, a “th” for a “s” so it would be “I know that my Redeemer liveth,” you have immediately thought of a song, perhaps the most famous Easter song of all time. What is it? . . . . Handel’s “Messiah.” We may know nothing about George Frederic Handel, but we know the “Messiah” (1741). Oh, we may know that next door to where Handel lived and composed ...
... Baptist Church of Dallas Texas, said on one occasion he found himself on an airplane flight seated beside a well-known theologian. The man told Dr. Criswell about how his little boy had recently died. He said the child had come home from school with a fever. They thought it was just one of those childhood things, but it turned out to be a very virulent form of meningitis. The doctor said to this theologian and his stunned wife that they could not save the boy. He said the child whom they loved so much would ...