... and began wiping his feet with her hair. In fact, I think she was crying, making this big fuss over him. Then she began pouring the perfume on his feet. "I could not believe that she had the nerve to come into my house, let alone be bold enough to touch Jesus. And Jesus ... why, he never even said a word. It was so obvious what kind of woman she was, and Jesus just sat there letting her make a spectacle of herself. Makes my skin crawl just thinking about it! "I was just about ready to have her thrown out ...
... Spirit, how do we keep hold of this truth beyond the beginning? How can we be encouragers of each other? How do you speak to us today, God? Yes, you, Holy Spirit, who are all we really have. Creator God is beyond us. Jesus the person whose robe we could touch is gone. What remains is Holy Spirit, as elusive as the wind yet as prevailing as the wind, as near as breath yet nearly lost in the gasp. Holy Spirit: "[The word of the Lord said to Elijah], 'Go out and stand on the mountain before the Lord, for the ...
... " with the realities of the day? Isn't it true that just to allow such grandiose idealism to be seriously verbalized in our modern day is to be shunted aside as Pollyanna, out-of-touch dreamers? Almost as crazy as those who, years ago, held forth hope that one day the Iron Curtain and the Berlin Wall would crumble. A hope that was seen clearly by those praying Christians in the East and radical believers in the West, but derided as nonsense by the clear- ...
... their friends and families told them, did not believe what they were being told. Those who had could not be dissuaded from telling everyone that Jesus had survived the grave and appeared to them. Thomas, you will recall, told the others that he would believe when he could touch with his own hands the wounds he had seen on Jesus' body; and Jesus granted him the favor of doing exactly that, with only a dry reprimand that Thomas was blessed because he at least accepted what his eyes had seen and his hands ...
... this morning that we remember, less we forget that war robs us of the flower of our nation. We remember this day not only those who have been killed in battle, but also those who have been touched by the rippling effect of war. A pebble is tossed into a pond and the ripples grow, ever widening, until they touch the very outer banks. So, too, is war. I introduce you to John Thompson of New York City, born to James and Ellen Thompson in the year 1844. There was a certain gentleness, perhaps even a naivety ...
... them with her hair. Then she continued kissing his feet and anointing them with the ointment. Now when the Pharisee who had invited him saw it, he said to himself, "If this man were a prophet, he would have known who and what kind of woman this is who is touching him -- that she is a sinner." It was normal for a servant to wash the feet of an invited guest. It was definitely not normal for a harlot to enter the house of a Pharisee, where she would be decidedly unwelcome. It was even more abnormal for her to ...
... (NRSV), "If we live by the Spirit, let us also be guided by the Spirit." Unfortunately, that is not an easy thing to do. It is not easy to look at life through the eyes of faith and to get in touch with our spiritual nature. As one fellow put it, "I keep trying to get in touch with my deepest self, but I keep getting an answering machine." So much works against us. We are incredibly busy people. Thanks to all those time and labor saving machines, we are able to cram event upon experience into every waking ...
... as one might caution a child in a gift shop, though, the Lord has given Moses strict instructions: Look but don't touch! And so, with childlike curiosity, his eyes softly trace the terrain, walking off the dimensions of Israel's inheritance in his imagination ... , when the Creator first hid a pinch of eternity in a handful of clay. Perhaps it is by design that we forever strive to touch the very heaven from which our hearts were hewn. Not so much because we think it ever possible to take hold of God, but ...
... two-year-old came around the corner and stopped in his path. With a smile and sparkle in her big brown eyes, she looked up at him and said, "Jesus loves you, Pastor Bob!" Those simple words, spoken in the high shrill voice of a little one, powerfully touched his heart. "Thank you, Leah," he said. "Thank you!" At that moment he felt the love of Jesus hold him and relax him. His ears of faith were opened, enabling him to hear and feel Jesus' love for him. He thanked Jesus for that gift of new life, shared ...
... by the end of this conference I will be celebrating with you, but if you think I am celebrating now, you are wrong." In a church ready to open the hymnbook and sing the alleluias, this man was issuing a warning that Easter is no genuine celebration unless it touches the private wounds and the tragedies near-at-hand. In short, Easter is not truly good news until it gets down to the local issues. That is the beauty of Luke's story of the two disciples trudging their weary way down the Emmaus road. When all is ...
... when someone else is happy and to weep when someone else weeps. When we don't know where our boundaries are, we think the other person is making us happy or unhappy, angry or peaceful. The third thing that happens is we lose touch with our own feelings. People who aren't in touch say that they are happy when, in fact, they are deeply depressed. They say that they love other people when, in fact, they have become angry and bitter. Frequently, when we become angry with other people, it is because we feel as ...
... attached. He gave the man a perfect alibi. "Go, wash in the pool of Siloam," he told him (John 9:7). If he did, he could pretend that it was the water, with its alleged healing properties, that cured him. He would not have to tell anyone that Jesus even touched him. He was not running any risk at all. Jesus was giving him a foolproof chance to avoid guilt by association with him. But this man was made of solid stuff. For one thing, he was stubbornly truthful. He had only one story and he stuck to it. He ...
... is impossible is possible, always confronted with the surprises of God, too much mystery is too much. Trembling, we flee. Better to let the dream die, bury it, than face God's actions in the mystery of death. We experience the words of the poet: All that we do Is touched with ocean, yet we remain On the shore of what we know.1 We remain on the shore of what we know. On Easter we come to the empty tomb looking for answers, but mystery is not a matter of the mind but astonishment and awe, seeing from the soul ...
... through in his fellowship. And, as an inexpressible mystery, they shall learn in their own experience who he is. I speak today as a parish minister and share with you my own personal feelings on this Easter Day. I did not see Christ at an open grave. I never touched his side. I never walked with him on the Emmaus road. I have seen him only at a distance when we broke bread in a service of Holy Communion. I never saw the risen Christ prepare breakfast by the seashore, but I have caught a glimpse of him in ...
... you, O God, forever and ever. Father, we thank you now for the magic of this season in which all the world is joined in a conspiracy of love. We celebrate the beauty that Christ brought to being human. For in him you came to reach out and to touch those whom you have made, and we rejoice in your coming. Fear and misgiving dissolve in the assurance that you would walk among us. So we celebrate your great gift of gracious love in our families, in our churches, and in our communities. In our parties, among old ...
... , we disdain to wash the feet of the saints, we will not merit to have a share with them. Let us rather bend down to the feet of the saints or of strangers; because when we fulfill this service with holy humility, indeed we are not merely touching their feet with our hands, but we are cleansing the meanness and filth of our souls through faith and humility, and we are cleansing not only the smallest, but even the most serious of our sins. -- Ceasarius of Arles (c. 470-542), Sermon 202, Saint Ceasarius of ...
... creatures. But one thing that sets us apart is the act of remembrance. Human beings are the only creatures I can think of that remember and honor their dead. A herd of elephants, coming upon the dead body of another elephant, will stop and touch it with their trunks, and trumpet loudly, as if mourning the loss, sometimes for hours. But then they move on. Only human beings erect mausoleums and monuments to keep the memory of a loved one alive. Or endow colleges, hospitals, libraries, parks, scholarships, or ...
... like everyone else, or like everyone else expects us to look -- respectable, buoyant, all-together. We can come to this party as people whose lives are unpolished, torn" (Library of Distinctive Sermons, V. 2, Questar Publishers, Inc., pp. 47-48). I want to introduce you to a beautiful and touching piece of music. It's a song written by Sr. Deidre Brown and recorded by Fr. Paul Gurr titled "Come As You Are." It sums up what I'm trying to say. Come As You Are Come as you are That's how I want you Come as you ...
... the Lord's Supper. We hear: we hear the words of the Institution of our Lord's Supper as they are spoken. We hear the clank of the communion vessels as they are handled. We smell the unfermented wine as we lift the cup to our lips. We touch: we feel the spongy softness of the bread cube between our fingers; we feel the lightness of the cup. We taste the bread and wine. We see the sunlight reflected off the silver in the communion trays. In Communion, God is attempting to reach us on the most fundamental ...
... you. How can our "thank you's" measure up to the greatness of your gifts? Yet to say nothing, because of our inadequacy, would be cowardly. To mouth the words of others, because they seem more elevated and eloquent, only robs us of being in touch with you and leaves us cut off from our own voice. Furthermore, repeating old prayer formulas, as if this is something that must be done, becomes the practice of boredom under the guise of piety. Therefore, each of us comes before you, even with our ineffective ...
... on Adam and herself; the one that frustrated Adam's "me first" compulsion. "You shall not eat of the fruit of the tree that is in the middle of the garden, nor shall you touch it, or you shall die." But, thinking back on God's exact words, Eve realized she too had just now misquoted him. God didn't say that they couldn't even touch the fruit; Eve had made that up. "Maybe," she thought to herself, "maybe I am a little perturbed myself with this one silly restriction. After all, we are God's image. What's the ...
... hurt my eyes. And a halo; he actually had a halo, the kind ancient Jewish manuscripts often describe when they talk about ... angels. (Pensively) What if he was speaking the truth? What if I am the virgin chosen by God? Okay, Mary, grab a hold of yourself before you lose touch here. The time can't be now, can it? (Softly) And I refused ... What if he truly was an angel ... and I turned him away. Will the Messiah then never walk among us? I told him to seek help for himself. What am I saying? I'm a busy ...
... . LYLE: Thank you, sir. I'm sure I can do a great job for you. When can I expect to hear from you? JESUS: Thank you, Mr. Boardman. I'll let you know. LYLE: In a week? When will you be filling the position? JESUS: I'll be in touch. LYLE: Oh, well, then. Okay, well, uh, I'll contact your organization in a week just to see how the recruitment is progressing. (SHAKING JESUS' HAND) I have some other possibilities but I think I could really do something for your organization. Good-bye, then. (CROSSES TO WAITING ...
... four wings. SECOND WOMAN: Their legs were straight; their feet were like those of a calf and gleamed like burnished bronze. THIRD MAN: Under their wings on their four sides they had the hands of a man. THIRD WOMAN: All four of them had faces and wings, and their wings touched one another. Each one went straight ahead; they did not turn as they moved. FOURTH MAN: Their faces looked like this: each of the four had the face of a man, and on the right side each had the face of a lion, and on the left side the ...
... Your light with the nations. In Christ we pray. Amen. Prayer Of Confession Lord, so often we have failed to remember the commitment we made in our baptism to share the light You have given us with others just as You have so mercifully blessed us. Forgive us, Lord, and touch again our hearts that we might know anew Your divine love and carry it to all the world around us. In Christ we pray. Amen. Hymns "Come, Thou Almighty King" "Love Divine, All Loves Excelling" "He ...