... his day, and he knew what that Bible taught. Not only did he know it, but he believed it. He knew that the prophet Hosea had long before prophesied, "After two days he will revive us; on the third day he will raise us up, that we may live before him" (Hosea 6: ... Many of us are in the position of the farm hands invited to the farmer’s wife’s house for dinner. She offered a long prayer of grace, and then announced it was their custom for each person to quote a Bible verse before eating. One farmhand could ...
... the moving story of the patriarch’s death. He called for his sons, and made a special request. He told of the cave in faraway Canaan: the tomb at Machpelah. He listed those buried there: his grandparents, his mother and father, and then, there must have been a long pause, as a light came in the old man’s face. Perhaps he lifted himself from his bed as though he had seen a vision: "... and there I buried Leah." The last name on Jacob’s lips Leah. Jacob’s wish was fulfilled. Tradition tells us he was ...
... . And any demands which one makes for requital are not to be for requital’s sake, but for love’s sake. Forgiveness cancels the desire to "pay the other person back" or "to get even" with him or her. This is true not only on short-range terms, but on long-range terms, too. And this means that to forgive is not just to store the injury safely away in memory. It is not to be put in a "suspense account," to be taken out again in case of another offense. This is the way some people forgive - "I’ll forgive ...
... Easter dawn he came forth to stand forever before the world - and there he stands - and he speaks to your heart and mine, and he says, "Behold! I stand at the door and knock" (Revelation 3:20). That’s present tense; I am standing, I am knocking. He who came long ago comes now. It wasn’t just yesterday, that we should find him only as a record and a memory. It isn’t just tomorrow, that we should know him only as a hope. But it’s now. This is the time of our visitation. A little while ago, writing ...
... and my colors fade." Why do musicians use pitch pipes and tuning forks? You know - lest there be deviation from true pitch. For if the maker of music doesn’t get started on the right tone level, he can easily run off somewhere into the wild blue yonder long before he reaches the end of his number. I am told that in the National Bureau of Standards in Washington, D.C., there is a golden yardstick. Why? Because it is necessary that there be somewhere a final arbiter as to what a yard really is. The official ...
... regard to his size. But it is only by using the denoting word that you represent him. It is only by using the denoting word that he totally represents himself. If he is obligating himself to pay off a $40,000 mortgage on his house, at the bottom of a long finely printed sheet of paper he writes the denoting word, his name, and only that word will do. If he is getting married, he says, "I the denoting word, take thee, the denoting word, to be my wedded wife." If he is being awarded a college degree - or is ...
... than you realize. To know that someone cares enough about you to stand by is potent therapy indeed. A pastor spent a long night vigil with the parents of a young boy who was critically ill. Later the father remarked, "After that night, our pastor ... and care. What a Lord we have! He came to care for us ... to stand by us in the trenches of human existence ... to identify with our longings and yearnings. To top it all off he has the power to forgive our sins and set us free to be the sons and daughters of God ...
... DANNY: Wow! What a day! Lucky we found this lodge. Real beds. This day was the worst yet. DAVE: What are you talking about? Why we haven’t got started good, Danny. Just wait till this time NEXT week! See what you say then. DANNY: [groans] I should live so long! [PHIL turns and comes to a chair.] PHIL: Danny, you’d better get out there right now and check that piston knock. It could be something that will slow us down tomorrow. DANNY: I’m TIRED. PHIL: I know. But your bike has to be ready to go in the ...
... can see it written all over him. JAREL He’s a very insecure type. You can very definitely see it on him. CAIN I’ll bet he won’t buy that policy either. He’s a very small, mean, spiteful man. JAREL Sweetheart, you can’t miss. CAIN All night long I saw him staring at me. He was looking at my scar. JAREL He was just jealous. He was jealously admiring you. He RESPECTS you. CAIN No, he doesn’t. He knows something. JAREL Forget it. CAIN What I need is a vacation. JAREL So do I. CAIN Everybody does ...
... sort of thing. SALLY JANE He’ll wonder what’s happened to me. I usually stick pretty close to him. CAIN We’ll be here. We’ll look after him. SALLY JANE Well, you aren’t too familiar with this county, are you? CAIN I used to live here, a long time ago. SALLY JANE Well, I hate to say it. But things at that Courthouse have got just plain corrupt. There’s no other word for it. JAREL What do you mean, corrupt? SALLY JANE Nobody lets anybody do something for nothing. CAIN You mean, you can’t get at ...
... here, and a nose there, and ran his finger-nails over the head to line out the hair. Out came an arm. No, that was too long! He pushed it back, and tried again. He pulled it - now - that was about it. There came the torso, and then the legs, and the ... nurse wrapped my baby in a blanket. She turned, and with a grin, placed her in my arms. I shall never forget that moment as long as I live. I stood there, stunned, overjoyed, humbled and exhilarated, all at once. In my arms was not just a baby, but my baby ...
... numbers neither the experiment, nor the lives of the persons so intimately involved in working it out, were treated as holy for long. Greed and envy bubbled up within the hearts of people and soon set even brothers at each other’s throats. The drive to ... eyes ... and when he did, he couldn’t bring down that bayonet. It was as though his arm was frozen. "I sat there for a long moment," he said, "and then I slowly slid back off of the fellow, and slipped against the back of the shell-hole. He raised his ...
... a novel idea for evening them up. He drank from the first glass to make it equal with the second. But he drank too much, and to wipe out his error, he guzzled from the second one. Again he misjudged, and so he sipped from the first glass again. At long last he got them even - when both of them were empty. Then, with absolute nonchalance, he drank what was left in the bottle for good measure. The longer I have lived the more I believe that we deal in much the same way with each other. When met with others ...
... hear him. Meanwhile, the great divide gets bigger and the wide valley gets harder to cross. We can observe several characters from our Lord’s Passion who failed to make it across the big valley. For Simon Peter, being a disciple of Jesus was a good deal as long as Jesus was around to protect him, but on his own, it was more expedient to be a nobody who knew "nuttin’." King Herod could settle only for a vacuum in his conscience, unable to make the only responsible decision he could make. Judas, of course ...
... did what they still do today, as an expression of endless love they tattooed the name of their true love on the arm or on some other part of the anatomy. Young men of every age have discovered to their chagrin that romantic love does not always last as long as the tattoo. Many a Joe married to a Mary has been haunted by that heart-shaped tattoo on his chest reading, "Rosie Forever." God's love, unlike that of humans, is never fickle. It is constant, unquenchable, and persistent. It is as though your name is ...
... see the other disciples in fear of the storm that is torturing the boat, in fear of the ghost walking on the water, exhausted from a long day feeding the masses….Peter, you can’t do that. We don’t know who that is out on the water. It’s a hallucination. It ... ’s the devil. God knows what it is but Peter you can’t do that. But Peter does. I don’t know for how long but Peter walks on the water toward Jesus. Peter said Lord if it is you, you can make me to walk on the water with you ...
... very closely. He followed every brush stroke. He looked at the nail prints in the hands and feet. He traced the blood as it trickled down the Master’s face from the crown of thorns. He stared at the spear-pierced side. He studied the crucified Christ for a long, long time. Finally, he noticed an inscription at the bottom of the painting. It simply said: All this I did for thee. What hast thou done for me? This was a turning point in the life of the Count. He returned to the faith and became a follower of ...
... most strenuous of human effort. It is a gift so far removed from our experience, so far beyond our grasp and abilities that we have not even dared to dream we might some day receive it. Yet receive this gift we did on a silent, holy night so long ago in Bethlehem. It was announced by a choir of angels who came upon the midnight clear. "Glory to God in the highest," the angels sang, "and on earth, peace, goodwill among all people" (Luke 2:14). This was God’s clear message to humankind and God’s explicit ...
... has gone well, when we find ourselves on one of life’s rare mountaintops of joy and grace, why do we feel a need to puncture the mood and rush back down into the valley again, as if we are afraid the good feeling might last too long? Our texts show something like this happening after the birth of Jesus. "Arise, shine; for your light has come," cries Isaiah. After suffering for all of human history in a thick, oppressive darkness which has covered the earth and all its people, God’s light has finally ...
... was nearly exhausted. Some women walking close to his side began to weep, but no one offered a hand to help. I must confess, I shrank back a bit myself. After all, I wanted to hurry on. I had my own plans to worry about for the day. After my long journey I didn’t want any delay then. Before I could think about it, however, one of the soldiers looked in my direction. He pointed at me with his sword and ordered me to pick up that timber. I started to run, trying to get away, but another soldier anticipated ...
... band of prophets meets them and hurl the same sarcastic remarks at Elisha. The same reply comes back, "Yes, I know it; hold your peace." A third time Elijah tells Elisha to remain behind for the Lord has sent him to the Jordan. Elisha will not leave his master as long as he or the Lord are alive. This time fifty sons of the prophets follow and stand at a distance in silence as the two come to the bank of the Jordan. Elijah takes his mantle, rolls it up, and strikes the water. The river parts, and the two go ...
... be able to serve you! (They leave left.) (End of Scene III) Scene IV: It is early morning of Easter day. Pilate and Claudia are seen on stage, Claudia on the sofa, Pilate pacing slowly. Pilate: I’m glad that the festival week if finally over. It won’t be long before we can return to Caesarea, and then we can get some rest. Claudia: I know that it’s been a difficult week for you, but I hate to leave until we know what will happen to the followers of the Nazarene. Pilate: The reason for the interest you ...
... and this difference becomes visible. Simon Peter perceived in Cornelius the goodness which was clearly God-given. Others can see in any of us any grace God works in us through faith in Christ. In Harvard chapel a memorial tablet testifies to the life of its long-time minister, Chaplain Peabody, recording that "he wist not that his face shone." Haven’t all of us seen the Epiphany light in the faces of the good? May we not pray it may be seen in ourselves also? Saint Peter perceived just as clearly and ...
... she had nothing to which she could return. Her life had begun in him, and now, with his death, it had ended with him. Late in the afternoon, even though it was the Sabbath when no hand was to be turned in work of any kind, she went to the long table where the disciples had eaten. Her eye passed idly over the utensils stored there, the grinding mill with its two circular stones, the top one pivoted on a peg in the center and revolved by a handle that stood straight up on the outer edge with which she had ...
... one almost hesitates to name it - Inhospitality. No Room!" Let's be honest now. Isn't this our problem? Yours and mine? We get so busy, so tired, so preoccupied with the incessant demands on our crowded lives... that we shut out the very birth of the Master we so long to know. The poet put it like this: "O little Inn of Bethlehem, How like we are to you. Our lives are crowded to the brim. With this and that to do. We're not unfriendly to the King, We mean well without a doubt; We have no hostile feeling ...