... to ignore him.) Theudas (Irritated) What’s the matter with you? You suddenly go deaf over night? (He rushes toward him, as if to grab him.) Why don’t you answer me?! Barabbas Touch me, and it won’t be the smartest thing you ever did. Theudas (He stops. Stalking over to his cot and sitting down, he attempts to smooth out the confrontation.) Just trying to make conversation. It seems that while I talk, my words drown out my thoughts ... my thoughts of ... of what they’re going to do to me - er, to us ...
... forbidden to preach in the name of Jesus. When they continued to witness, they were again brought before the rulers. The leader of the Council charged, "Didn’t we strictly forbid you to preach ever again in the name of Jesus? Didn’t we tell you to stop?" And Peter, standing before the Council, under threat of his life, said, "We ought to obey God rather than men" - an eternal proclamation, as true today as it was then (Acts 5:29). The people of the city of Jerusalem were so impressed with the power of ...
... , and then she rose to go. "Oh, well," she said, "I have faith that whatever is meant to happen will happen; and so, I’ll just let it go at that." Does that sound like an echo of you? Whatever is meant to happen will happen! The psychologist stopped her short: "Take off that coat and sit down. You’re not going to get out of your responsibility that easily." If that’s what faith means, that whatever will happen will happen, then we have made God unethical. We have made Him responsible for our wars. We ...
... your way, but we worship Him in His." Or, last week a woman of the parish wrote to me, wondering if St. John’s isn’t getting a bit too large. Tell me, when does the Church of Jesus Christ get TOO LARGE? When does Christ say we shall stop receiving people into His Kingdom? When the parish family gets so large that we can no longer feel our own self-importance in it? When it can no longer be our own little private, ecclesiastical country club? When a person no longer feels that by his own individual whim ...
... , getting what He wants done, miraculously, by a wave of His hand or a nod of His head or a blow of His fist. With this idea of omnipotence, they pray their foolish prayers, and they ask their foolish questions, as they do their stupid thing. Why doesn’t God stop wars? Why doesn’t He smash the schemes of wicked men? Why doesn’t He come in power and put an end to this human tragedy? If this is His will, why doesn’t He get His will done? Maybe God is just helpless when things go wrong and cannot ...
... earthly home. The lad went to the door to whisper of the old man’s pain, for a crowd had gathered, having seen the lad and priest rush into the shop. It was while the lad was telling of the sickness that the old man died. He simply stopped breathing. He exhaled and that was all. The priest nodded in acceptance of the old man’s passing. The priest nodded, for he knew that, in those last moments of a life, what had been hidden for many years was finally recognized, and in that recognition the Resurrection ...
... . BEA: Sit and wait! That doesn't make any sense. We didn't travel all the way to this God-forsaken land to sit and wait. AILY: What did you say? BEA: I said, why should we stop searching now when we think we've found the ancient city and maybe the treasure. We'd be crazy to stop now. AILY: We're not going to stop searching. But you said, "God-forsaken." BEA: Well, just look at it. It is God-forsaken. AILY: It looks that way, doesn't it? But maybe it just looks that way. Maybe we are the God ...
... of "calling" another one. Finally, after several weeks of trial sermons delivered by prospective ministers, the church decided on a young man from Atlanta. Even before the new minister had moved into the "parsotorium," as they called it, one of the leading churchmen of the congregation stopped by to visit with me about the new man. "I know he’s not going to work out," he said. "He got up in the pulpit and told us first thing that he had suffered a nervous breakdown in the military service, and he’s got ...
... worship, and the snake would often bite people with his poisonous bite. One time a swami was on his way to the temple and the snake jumped out to bite him, but before the snake could bite him the swami put the snake into a trance and ordered him to stop biting people. "It is not right to bite people with your poisonous bite," the swami told him. "From now on, you shall not bite anyone." A few months later the swami was passing that way again, and he notice the snake lying in the grass beside the path. The ...
... in a rapidly shrinking world. With every passing day, especially because of television satellites, we become more and more aware of one another and our lives become more and more interrelated with people around the world. The lesson is obvious. We in the world must stop seeing other nations as enemies and rather see them as neighbors with whom we share our global village. If you have any doubts about that, let me document it. I was watching an ABC newscast. A news correspondent was interviewing one of the ...
... it we learn of God’s love, his willingness to take our sins upon himself, and his willingness to place his righteousness upon us. The Christian author Walter Wangerin has a wonderful story, called "Matthew, Seven, Eight, and Nine" about how he tried to stop his son Matthew from stealing comic books. He tried various uses of the law over several years and continued to fail. Finally, he resorted to something he rarely used: a spanking. He did it deliberately, almost ritualistically, and he was so upset when ...
... away the sin of the world." From John, the people not only heard about their damning iniquity, but also about God’s redeeming love, his deliverance in Jesus Christ the Savior. The proclamation of sin is as valid today as it was in John’s day. Sin has not stopped being a problem. It is still an inherent part of every human life. The good news of salvation in Jesus Christ still begins with the bad news of sin. There are some who would preach sin less and God’s love more. We need to preach God’s love ...
... when she came to a pram where the baby was crying lustily, gave the pram a wee ‘shuggle’ and said softly to the baby: ‘Ssh! Mummy’s coming!’ At once the baby stopped crying and soon the girl passed on. Her little word of comfort - probably the only word the baby knew - ‘Mummy’ - had brought reassurance, so the crying stopped." In a world of lonely people, we often forget to speak that healing word. We rush on, not daring to disturb the "sounds of silence": And in the naked light I saw Ten ...
... It is, of course, true, that a day shall come when we shall all die and enough time will ultimately pass that no living person will speak our name. But the resurrection affirms that God will always know our name and that he will never stop loving us. Simply because our hearts have stopped beating, does not mean the last chapter has been written. And so it is not death that we should fear, it is sin that we should fear. Death has been swallowed up in victory. Even nature seems to want to scream out the loud ...
... . SAM: What do you mean? That's what you used to say. We used to look at better stuff than this -- videos. RENA: I know, and I've been thinking about that. SAM: And? RENA: Well. I just think you better stop Bill before it's too late. BILL: He's old enough. Don't be such an old granny. RENA: Stop it, Sam. Don't give me any more backtalk about it. SAM: Whoa. What's this? You got awful testy all of a sudden. RENA: Just do something about Bill, will you? SAM: Why should I? RENA: Because I think ...
... of good food and yet they are thin. The rich man now calls in the king’s coachman. He drives the horses for a month. Now they hold their heads proudly, their eyes are fiery and their pace is beautiful. They run thirty miles without stopping. The owner, who was no coachman, drove them according to the horses’ conception of driving, the coachman according to the coachman’s conception. The capacities and the possibilities had been there but the proper driver was lacking. So it is in human life. We have ...
... 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 gathered in the chancel for a critique. The professor said, “What do we need to say about that sermon?” Nobody said much; I thought, “I really gave ...
... overnight sleepers. It was there that she gave birth, assisted by Floe the waitress downstairs, just off duty who was coming down with a bad head cold. They wrapped the child in motel towels, which they wondered if it was right to keep, having the truck stop emblem on it an all, and there they laid him in a drawer in the cabinet. And they asked themselves, “What now?” They asked themselves what all couples ask themselves in such times: “What does it all mean?” What will this mean for us? How shall ...
... in the streets agreeing that something should be done, but strongly disagreeing over how to do it. The image of television newscasters suddenly realizing while on the air last Wednesday evening that the war had started. The image of people all over the world stopping what they were doing and being glued to television sets for hours and hours. The image of President Bush speaking to the nation… and the world from the Oval Office. The image of one young soldier showing four different crosses he is wearing ...
... … and when no one seemed to be looking, she reached out tentatively, fearfully, and touched the hem of His robe. At once, the hemorrhaging stopped. For the first time in 12 years, the flow of blood stopped. Jesus simultaneously felt or sensed that something special had happened -- it was a unique touch -- and He felt strength go out of Him. Immediately, Jesus stopped. He turned around and asked, “Who touched Me?” The disciples were astonished by the question in the midst of all the pushing and shoving ...
... next breath, the teacher told him, “But that’s not the end of the story. Christ rose again… He came back to life!” Hearing that, the boy’s eyes got big as saucers. His face lit up and he said, “Totally awesome!” Well, it is totally awesome, when you stop to think about it. The place of death became God’s greatest symbol of life. Evil had its best chance to defeat God and could not do it. The victory is His… and He wants to share the victory with us. God is on both sides of the grave and ...
... It is, of course, true, that a day shall come when we shall all die and enough time will ultimately pass that no living person will speak our name. But the resurrection affirms that God will always know our name and that he will never stop loving us. Simply because our hearts have stopped beating, does not mean the last chapter has been written. And so it is not death that we should fear, it is sin that we should fear. Death has been swallowed up in victory. Even nature seems to want to scream out the loud ...
... wasn’t going to be here today, I began to pray. But, you know something else I did? I began to work. Because, he told me this scripture and this coordinated Bible Study… are they different? No, I don’t think so. Prayer is not something we do when we stop thinking. It is not something that we do to get away from work. It is not something we do to avoid the hard choices. It is a way of discovering the wisest choices and finding the strength to act upon our choices. That’s why we pray. That’s what ...
... her that if the pains were indeed false labor, she should just lie down for a couple of hours to see if they would pass. If they stopped, it was false labor; if they did not, it was the real thing. Boy, it took a rocket scientist to figure that one out, didn't it? ... for this baby to be born had made me right blasé, so I told her to lie back down for awhile to see if the pains would stop. After all, it was still 5:30 in the morning - I would have been just as happy for some more shut-eye. We may as well not ...
... knew the country. He could go down this road blind, and tell you what was on either side - with his headlights not working at the moment, that came in handy. It was starting to get dark. Light snow flurries were coming down. He almost did not see the old lady, stopped on the side of the road. But even in the dim light of dusk, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she was ...