... nearby town. They were to preach the Gospel when they arrived. When they entered the village, Francis stopped to talk, first to one and then to another. He blessed children, comforted widows, treated the sick. His face was radiant, his touch gentle, his voice tender. The villagers saw Christ in Francis that day. Finally, at the close of day, the two returned to the monastery. The younger monk turned to Francis with a puzzled look. "Father," he said, "I thought we were going to the village to preach." Saint ...
... feelings of revenge and ill will out of their hearts and who seek to cultivate an attitude of love and sympathy toward all mankind, especially toward the disenfranchised and dispossessed." But it is more than an attitude. It is action, too. Mercy is a tender heart with a helping hand attached. The merciful person works to relieve the agony of those who feel the squeeze for food and living space on a shrinking planet. She fights to check the pollution which poisons the air her children breathe. She speaks ...
... of his steadfast love that he will continue to honor his covenant with Israel, not for anything they have done, heaven forbid, but because of his continuing favor toward his people. How majestically God’s grace springs forth. "Comfort, comfort my people ... speak tenderly to Jerusalem ... her iniquity is pardoned." Then follows a poetic image that is repeated again and again in scripture. God describes how he will express his love by building a road back to Jerusalem for the exiles. He will cut down the ...
... cross, faithful to the end as he submitted all his efforts which seemed at the time to have come to naught. The sublime dress of the nativity had come a long way to get to this place. This may seem a harsh commentary on the sweet tenderness of the infant Jesus, especially at Christmastide. Strange that such elegant attire for "going out" should result in ordinary and excruciating tasks. But, when we look at major dressup events in our own lives, it may not appear so strange after all. Do we not experience ...
... of the Christ call us as well to accomplish divine purposes. People: MAY THE GOD WHO EMPOWERED HER WITH THE HOLY SPIRIT DO LIKEWISE WITH US: THAT WE MAY SAY WITH HER, "LET IT BE WITH US ACCORDING TO YOUR WORD!" Collect O God of Power and Tenderness, who choose to work through earthen vessels and frail mortals to fulfill your purposes, make us receptive to your callings and responsive to your Word; that we may become agents of your divine will and worthy bearers of the good news to humanity; in the name of ...
... again and again to comfort your people: let us hear again the ancient good news of the birth of our Savior; that hearing we may be comforted with your peace and charged with your praise, through Jesus Christ. Amen Prayer of Confession O God of tender mercies, we confess that we often lose track of your dominion in the world, living instead as though we were in charge, and thus treat the world and each other in less than gracious, even contemptible ways. Forgive us our ignorance and forgetfulness of your ...
... caught their breath as the red, yellow, green and blue lights twinkled on and off. Then everyone joined hands around the tree. MRS. JACKSON: Silent night, Holy night All is calm, all is bright, EVERYONE: ‘Round yon Virgin, Mother and child, Holy infant, so tender and mild, Sleep in heavenly peace, Sleep in heavenly peace. NARRATOR: After a moment of silence, Tony turned on a few of the lamps in the room. He handed David a gift. David took off the brightly decorated paper and found a baseball inside ...
... a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth us." Six times in the Old Testament, haltingly, there are vague expressions of that attitude. But it was our Lord Jesus Christ to whom we are in eternal debt for taking that word so rich in human tenderness, so familiar, and making it the rallying watchword of everything that we believe. He taught the halting tongues of mankind to say boldly, confidently, "Our Father, who art in heaven." He never let us forget that word. There was never a sermon that He did ...
... Him because He first loved us. Pastor: (A few words while the organ softly plays "Silent Night") THE SONG: "Silent Night" (sung by all) Silent night, Holy night, all is calm, all is bright, Round yon Virgin Mother and Child. Holy infant so tender and mild, Sleep in heavenly peace, sleep in heavenly peace. Silent night, Holy night, Shepherds quake, at the sight, Glories stream from heaven afar, Heavenly hosts sing, "Alleluia, Christ the Savior is born, Christ the Savior is born." Silent night, Holy night ...
... a quiet chamber kept for Thee. My heart for very joy doth leap, my lips no more can silence keep; I too must sing with joyful tongue, that sweetest ancient cradle song: "Glory to God in highest heaven, who unto man His Son hath given!" while angels sing with tender mirth, "A glad new year to all the earth!" He cries! Was my singing so bad, little One? [Gives infant back to Mary] Can this be the voice of that same God whose voice boomed out across the darkness and chaos of creation to bring forth light and ...
... shepherds here. There is no glitter of the Magi from the East. There is no starlight extravaganza. No lengthy special appearance of a heavenly chorus of angels. There is little excitement here. There is no busy town with full hotels and not even a tender story of a manger birth. The characters are not exactly those who have great box office or pulpit appeal. In fact Zechariah and Elizabeth are rather ordinary people. They were people who approached each day with the knowledge that it would be filled with ...
... could comprehend. He felt like a child again. And for the first time as he viewed the infant Jesus he felt as if he had at last found all that he was watching for. And he went to Mary and Joseph and picked the child up in his arms with tenderness as one who was holding a precious gift and he exclaimed, "Now I can end my days with a new peace. For I have seen with my own eyes the glory that God has prepared for all people." (See Luke 2:28-32 for source of this paraphrase.) The watcher ...
... let his eyes fall from the form of the young man, and there were tears that filled his eyes. He spoke in broken, quick phrases. I only caught part of what he was saying. He said: "... from around the Sea of Galilee ... he taught and healed and tenderly loved the people for whom the world was a hard and brutal place ... he knew God like no one else ... he asked nothing for himself ... "But people would not hear ... they laughed ... some listened ... let your life be like a candle, up on a stand where it ...
... of don’ts? It really can be almost anything, you know. When the famous John Wesley was still only a school boy called Jackie, away from home for the first time at Charterhouse, his mother wrote this warning: "... whatever weakens your reason, impairs the tenderness of your conscience, obscures your sense of God, or takes the relish off spiritual things; in short, whatever increases the strength and authority of your body over your mind, that thing is sin for you, however innocent it may be in itself." Is ...
... moment when potential profit had turned to impending bankruptcy, and he understood the doctrine, better a small gain than total loss. Perhaps even now he could turn failure to future profit. So, the teacher had meant to humiliate him! Washing his feet. Passing him the tender morsel. Letting him know in so many subtle ways that his plot was understood. Well, it didn’t humiliate him! Of the whole lot of them, he alone was master of the situation! Later that evening, knowing the teacher’s plans, it was a ...
... now. He simply did not care, and he stood there, waiting for them. Waiting to be taken. But they were not after him. It was his Lord. They were taking him away and as they led him past, the Master turned and looked at Peter. Such pain, such tenderness, such hurt in that last look. It seemed to pass right through him, to his inmost being, and he was wracked by a terrible soul sickness and he fled into the night, stumbling down the street, falling against a wall, sliding down it to crouch in the dirt where ...
... the sobbing of the women began anew. When the body had been removed from the cross, they went forward to help wrap it in the linen shroud, deftly spreading the spices between its folds. They worked silently, the soldiers watching, quite obviously amazed at the tender care being given the crucified by members of the very court which had first condemned him. It was only when they had finished and the large white bundle lay extended on the ground that John the disciple felt a sudden concern. "But where shall ...
... Why are you weeping? Whom do you seek?" Without reason she assumed it was the gardener, and she turned, pleading through her damp eyes, "Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have laid him." A pause. Then, the voice was full, deep, and tender all at the same time. "Mary," it said. She blinked her eyes, turning to him, all the sorrow giving way to astonished hopefulness. "Rabboni!" she gasped. "Rabboni!" She made to clutch at him with her flower-filled hand, but he said, "Do not hold me, for I ...
... may be sure of as we ponder this exchange between our Lord and this woman with a sick child. There was bluntness, but no unkindness, no discourtesy in his words. The word he used for "dog" wasn’t the short, sharp Hebrew word for "cur," but the tender diminuitive, "puppy." But what is the point of the story? And why did the Church choose just this story for us to read on Remembrance Sunday, the second Sunday in Lent? What are we to remember? 1. Remember this: "Thou preparest a table before me." What tables ...
... . They cried together as they remembered painful moments. They laughed and remembered Courtney’s incredible sense of humor through it all… and some of the funny things she had said and done over her last few years. They prayed when they recalled her amazing faith, her tender love and her brave spirit. Finally, when their pastor stood to leave, Courtney’s mom took his hands in hers, she looked him straight in the eye and she said, “Now pastor, don’t you worry about us. We’re going to be all right ...
... have left the Sanctuary. Please take your candle into the night and gather on the front lawn around the nativity scene. Carol "Silent Night" Silent night, holy night. All is calm, all is bright. Round yon virgin, mother and child. Holy infant so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace. Silent night, holy night. Shepherds quake at the sight. Glories stream from heaven afar, heavenly hosts sing Alleluia! Christ the Savior is born. Christ the Savior is born. Silent Night! Holy Night ...
... No Go! Purdue Farms had the same problem when they tried to expand their chicken business. Their popular slogan tried to appeal to women by making men prepare a chicken dinner. Do you recall the slogan? It was, “It takes a tough man to make a tender chicken.” Desiring to reach into the Spanish market they translated their slogan and announced to the entire Latino world, “It takes a virile man to make a chicken affectionate.” Now that’s a personal touch but not the kind I had in mind. How can we ...
... depends on it. If you are a mother you must sacrifice your life for another. Your children require it. We could not live if we did not set goals and work to fulfill them. No sane person would argue otherwise. But here’s what young Wright discovered at the tender age of 9, and what some don’t learn until 59: The objective in life is not the goal but the journey on the way to the goal. The whole city had gathered around the door, pressing in to see Jesus. The demands on him were already piling up ...
... be with us until the end of time is real and powerful when we cling to him. Antoine tells about hearing the "tocsin tolled to announce to the countryside the death of this old woman, [but] it seemed to me not a song of despair but a discreet and tender chant of joy. In that same voice the church-bell celebrated birth and death, christening and burial, the passage of one generation to the next. I was suffused with a gentle peace of soul at this sound which announced the betrothal of a poor old woman and the ...
... whatever reason, we turned back. Was it because we did not have the time? Leslie Weatherhead was called once to see an old man, over eighty years of age, who was dying. The old fellow was frightened to the point of tears. As Weatherhead spoke to him as tenderly as he knew how about God and religion, he was interrupted by these words: "Preacher, I have led a very busy life. I have never had time for that sort of thing." Weatherhead thought to himself, "You have had over 4,000 Sundays." We all have time. Did ...