... hands and notoriously short attention spans, while teaching us to write out the letters of our first awkward words? Oh, I suppose it is possible to teach another to write on the strength of sheer teaching skills and techniques alone, but love and patience warm the lesson. The coldest schoolmaster can teach us to copy words upon a page, but the patient, loving manner impresses words upon our hearts. Love knows how to wait and is patient. It is kind enough to allow time. Jealousy is the hallmark of ...
... ahead of time, to which the youngsters agree - and then open your home to their friends. It means a lot to your youngsters. A pastor told of visiting a couple who had two teen-age boys. As he entered the house, he immediately sensed it was a warm and loving home. While there, he noticed that the rug in the living room was very tattered and worn, and he wondered why. Before he left, the mother related a story that accounted for its condition. She said that one day several boys from the neighborhood were ...
... strong and industrious. She knows the value of everything she makes, and works late into the night. She spins her own thread and weaves her own cloth. She is generous to the poor and needy. She doesn't worry when it snows, because her family has warm clothing. She makes bedspreads and wears clothes of fine purple linen. Her husband is well known, one of the leading citizens. She makes clothes and belts, and sells them to merchants. She is strong and respected and not afraid of the future. She speaks with a ...
... branch over their head. Now, after looking at your leaf you're sure that this branch is telling us that winter is on the way? (response) What else is it telling us? What happens when it's winter? (snow, sleet) What do you do when it gets cold? (warm clothes, stay indoors, build fires), Does your mom make anything special when you're cold? (hot chocolate) You mean you know all these things simply by looking at the leaves on a tree? (response) Jesus said that one day he will be coming back and there will be ...
... of the birth. The innkeeper's wife agreed to act as midwife. Thank God for that. But I still felt so alone, so inexperienced, so frightened! My good Joseph. He arranged for everything. He tried so hard. It is still so vivid in my mind. The cave was warm and cozy. A good fire was going. The midwife was by my side. Joseph had finally fallen asleep, totally exhausted. Toward morning I gave birth to my firstborn. The joy of seeing my newborn son, holding him in my arms, erased all the pain, all the anxiety. As ...
... visit of the magi! I have longed to find and speak to one of them, but unfortunately our paths have never crossed. I look at this cave, hewn by nature out of the hillside. A humble birthplace many would say. But, while it was roughhewn, it was clean and warm, and my mother says it was not the most uncomfortable place to give birth to a baby. She has told me of the circumstances of my birth, that my beloved father, Joseph, was not my real father. I have known since my early teens that I was different from ...
... . BELOVED: You know how much I love to hear you talk like this, but we have to be practical. We have a problem; how will we solve it? SOLOMON: It's easy. I am the king. The people will do as I say. And I say they will welcome you warmly. BELOVED: I would feel better if your decision were based on more than simply your power and kingly authority. SOLOMON: On more than that? What more is there? BELOVED: You are also the representative of the Lord of Hosts. SOLOMON: That's true, but how does that help? BELOVED ...
... fire, and you get down to one log, it will go out. But if you have two logs side by side, they shine the heat back and forth and the fire keeps burning between them. I think that's one reason our Lord brought us together in his church: to warm each other's faith. I’m sure that night in jail, Silas and Paul fed each other's fires of hope and faith. Well, before the night was over, the jailer was converted, and the next day Paul and Silas left town. At Thessalonica they gathered a church, but then ...
... after all, most people considered him to be second best and a few even credited him with being the first among contemporary painters. People stood about and waited for his comment as he stepped back from one of the masterpieces. When they looked at his face they saw a warm glow and then they read his lips as he said with a real sigh of humility, "And to think that they say I am a painter, too." That is the way God intended us to live with one another: giving recognition always to the other man as a person ...
... Thing Which We See In The Example Of Jesus Is That Love Is Caring. As Peter found himself alone with Jesus by the Sea of Galilee, I would imagine there was an awkward silence. After all, Peter was probably feeling guilty about denying Jesus when he was warming himself by the fire at Caiaphas' house. Peter was probably trying to figure out how to put the apology into words. But Jesus deals with the awkward situation by asking a very simple question. He looks at Peter and asks: "Simon do you love me?" Jesus ...
... ritual, and the way of knowledge. In other words, we will understand one another better if we simply accept the fact that there are different "religious personality types." Some people are by nature devotional and pious - they express their faith in very warm, emotional terms, as if "the Lord" is always visible right at their elbow. Other folk express their faith primarily through forms and rituals. And still others tend to be intellectualizers; they might even say of themselves that they are "not religious ...
... olive trees. The fields are bare. The very ground mourns. Joel adds, "the joy of the people is gone." From the depths of despair Joel rises to the heights of joy. As his first words singe our ears with the fiery descriptions of desolation, his final words warm our hearts with a glorious hymn of promise and renewal. The day of the Lord is coming. What a day it will be! When the Lord comes, sickles will glisten in the sunlight as they cut the ripe wheat. Barns will bulge with abundant grain. Wine will flow ...
... Its intention was not just to kill but also to torture. The Gospels tell us that Christ went willingly to the cross and died for us. He permitted his innocent body to be nailed to that cross of suffering. Nails of iron were driven into his warm flesh. Sharp thorns pierced his bowed head. A pointed spear tore open his unblemished body. His parched lips cried out for a drink. The shock of this sacrifice shook the very foundations of existence. Darkness covered the land as if all creation were hiding its face ...
... . It was a sharp and a harsh summons. It was a prophetic condemnation. He shouted forth, "Amend your ways and your doings." His voice echoed and re-echoed throughout the halls of the temple. The people possessed no true hunger for righteousness. They desired no warm covenant communion with their God. The people chanted glib words about the temple being the "Holy Place of God." The truth was that they had made of the temple - as Jesus was to say many years later - "a den to harbor thieves and robbers." Even ...
... , so methodical about his devotional life that people called him a Methodist and the name stuck. But it was not until his 35th year, when he was at Aldersgate, that Wesley experienced God in such a way that he was able to write: “I suddenly felt my heart strangely warmed. I felt that Christ had died for my sins, even mine and had saved me from the law of sin and death.” Wesley had never gone to the far country. But Wesley needed to know how much God loved him too. He needed to feel some excitement about ...
The pulpit is less than half of the mystery of preaching. If we attempt to separate it from what is happening on the listening side, it can be an empty gong or a clanging cymbal. Sermons are one-dimensional until a warming current begins to flow along the fragile wiring of the heart. One Sunday at 10:55 a.m. I was stopped in the hallway by a young church member who appeared in great distress. He asked me, as the preacher who would be leading the service, if it would be ...
... as the stars. If I prayed, I don't remember it. I only recollect starting to walk back along the way we had come - fighting back 19-year-old tears. Then breaking into a run. Another car approached, slowing when its occupants saw me, and inside there was a warm, wonderful woman's face, with lovely auburn hair. I remember it wreathed the moment as she asked, "Are you in trouble? What can we do to help?" I saw the face of God that night. The face of a human angel. Some of the injuries were serious, but we ...
... the poor light: Whence rise you, Lights? From this tower built upon Manhattan's native rock. Its roots are deep below forgotten musket balls, the mouldered wooden shoe, the flint, the bone. What mark you, Lights? Our Nation's doorway. Who sleep or toil beneath your good warm gaze? All who love this land: they who are of the Land's stout seed, and they who love the land because they chose to come. Sing you a song, proud lights? We sing silently. We chant a Mass and Spiritual, Doxology, and Kol Nidre, wheat ...
... this was not the way that Christians did things, and he healed the man who had lost his ear. Then Peter followed the soldiers and Jesus, but he stayed a long way back so that no one could see him. While Peter was standing by a fire trying to keep warm, a woman came up to Peter and asked if he was not a friend of Jesus. "No," Peter said, "I have never known him." Two more times people asked Peter if he did not know Jesus and if he was not a follower. Each time Peter told them that he ...
... lions. It was a disgusting place for any respecting lion to be since he had to be cooped up in a small hole under the floor. Rehoboam thought of how wonderful it had been when he was free to run on the hard ground or to lay quietly in the warm sunshine. Now he was kept in this dark hole where it got cold and clammy during the rainy season and hot and dusty during the dry seasons. Besides it was such a small hole for several lions to share. The food was awful and at times it seemed like they ...
... are. But you think the world is hostile and angry and I think the world is good. You think the world is a place where cruelty, hate, and fear are at home. I say that you are wrong. The world is only as fearsome as you make it and as warm and compassionate as you let it become. Malchus, you and I are brothers, but it's in a world that's eager to be friendly, that's anxiously biased toward our good intentions. Believe this. Stake your life on it. For of such is the kingdom." Well, I don't ...
... and he in us, because he has given us of his Spirit. [1 John 4:13 NIV] This inner witness of the Spirit is more to be experienced than to be explained. It is what John Wesley wrote about when he recorded in his journal, "I felt my heart strangely warmed. I felt I did trust in Christ, Christ alone for salvation; and an assurance was given me that he had taken away my sins, even mine, and saved me from the law of sin and cleath."1 It is an inner conviction that goes beyond emotions or feelings, and yet ...
... started on the floor or outside? [Hold up the knitting.] Here is my sweater. That's right, my wife started to knit me a sweater a couple of years ago and here it is today. How do you like that sweater? Do you think that sweater will keep me pretty warm? Now here is one of my favorite puzzles that I have been wanting to work on but my friend keeps telling me that I can have it back when he finishes it. I think he started this puzzle last Christmas. Oh, and there is one other thing that I brought ...
... to the first disciples of Jesus long ago. May it be so clear to us today that it will take possession of us, mind and soul. Workers together with God! This is who we are - in every kind word we can say, every thoughtful deed we can do, in every warm handclasp we can offer, in every glory we can share, in every healing touch we can bring to the hurt of another - partners with the Eternal in the ways we use whatever loaves and fish we shall ever have at our command to give.
... the temple’s architecture. Most of all it meant a chance to be filled with the peace and glory of God. Edward Schillebeeckx, in his Jesus: An Experiment in Christology, says that the source and secret of Jesus’ life and message was his "Abba-experience": a warm, intimate sense of God’s presence and power within. The good news of the gospel is that this filling of our empty hearts can be ours, too. And the church declares and hopes that the consistent place of this refreshment is the people of Christ ...