... that there never seems to be an escalator going in the right direction. Or, to put that same idea theologically, there does not seem to be a way to go up when I’m feeling down. There does not seem to be an access to heaven when the world has dropped me in the pit. But our story of Jacob would disagree with that conclusion. It would insist that heaven and earth are conveniently connected. Even better, it would insist that the God on high is willing and able to come down to us, even when we least expect him ...
... well. And, anyway, the real meaning of Christmas doesn't depend on lots of presents. TINA: I hope not Mom. Look at that pitiful collection under the tree; I think those drooping branches are trying to cover the hard, bare facts. MR. RANDALL: Tom! Tina! (He drops his newspaper to his lap and gives them a glare which indicates disapproval). TINA AND TOM: (After looking down in shame). We're sorry! MR. RANDALL: I know what you're feeling. When I was a boy there was one Christmas, when our farm was quarantined ...
... Nathanael told me how he felt. He said, from the moment when the angel started speaking, he felt that the single reason and the single purpose of his life was being fulfilled! He told me that when he got to the stable, and went in and saw the baby, he dropped to his knees - there was something in that baby which seemed to require a response like that. You haven't met Nathanael, and I hope you never do; but if you do, you'll see that he's no pussycat. He's a hard, tough young man, and it would ...
... a talent. Lesson: Good morning. (response) I have a talent that none of you know about. Do you want to know what my talent is? (response) I don't think you are going to believe me, but I can juggle. (response) As you say "juggle," show them the balls and drop them into the crowd of children. This will create doubt in the minds of the children. With the children's help gather the balls back together. What? You don't think I can juggle? (response) I can see that some of you doubt I can do it. Well, I've ...
... everywhere on this earth: very hot and very cold. Then we all would die. Water also has more surface tension than any other liquid except mercury. "So what," you say. That's what lets spiders walk on water and what makes rain fall in drops. It's also what makes your blood and mine work - blood which is ninety percent water, blood which navigates all those miles of capillaries and keeps our muscles fed and our skin warm. Surface tension and capillary action also allow water to move through membranes ...
... by whom the sins of the world will be forgiven. I am the living water. "I who speak to you am he." That woman took a long drink. She very nearly leaped out of her desert right then and there. She was so excited by the possibility that she dropped her water jug and ran off toward the city to tell everyone about the prophet. Her footrace into town and her shouted message might well be one of the funniest scenes in the whole Bible. Imagine how excited she was, how thrilled. She was just bubbling over. She ran ...
... has come." But God sent Jesus for a special reason. He wanted to save us and and knew that Jesus would have to die on a cross. A crown, shaped like a Christmas wreath, would be put on Jesus' head. The sharp thorns would prick him, and there would be drops of blood on his brow. Christmas is happy time because God loved us enough to send Jesus, even though Jesus would have to die. When we see red balls at Christmas, we know it wasn't easy for Jesus to do all he did to be our Savior. That makes ...
... has to teach us that killing people as a national or international policy solves no problems. We are now prepared to prove that, in a strange way, by the overdevelopment of some fifty thousand nuclear devices. The firepower of one nuclear submarine exceeds all the bombs dropped in World War I and World War II by a factor of seven. We don't have to be taught anymore? We have known for many years that there's enough food for everybody. Except for sporadic efforts, there has been no sustained action to carry ...
... exploring. This net would be the one hunters used then to catch wild animals. They would dig a hole along the path an animal would take to get to their drinking place. Is this not an appropriate image for this series? The hole would be covered over, the animal would drop in, and there would be the net to catch hold of it. The more it struggles to get out, the more it becomes entangled. The plea is for God to help get us out of this tangled net. Maybe we got caught up on the way to the drinking place ...
... gaining strength as others help us bear our burdens. It is like weight lifters. They constantly struggle to lift weights beyond their capacity. As they gain strength, they have someone with them helping to bear up the weight in case it gets too much, because to drop it would be disaster. It has to do with being willing to bear one another's burdens, but not to eliminate one another's responsibilities. The calling of the church is to help those who get caught up to bear their burdens while God gives them ...
... housework, dressed in a nightshirt. We both heard the scream and saw a face covered with blood. When you hear your child scream and you see the blood, you do not say, "Let me finish pounding in this nail," or "Let me get on some makeup and a dress." You drop everything. You run. There is nothing more important. When you know there is a life crisis, you do not say, "One more drink, and I'll get this thing under control." "One last fling, then I'll be faithful." or "Let me just walk over one more person, and ...
... his response. He refused to join their little lynch mob. Didn't he know the Torah? Oh yes, he knew it, But he also knew something about grace. And that was higher than the law--even the great Law of Moses. The crowd was astonished to say the least. They dropped their stones and walked away but you had better believe that they didn't like it one bit. A person who has had his mind changed against his will is a person whose mind hasn't changed. They didn't do anything about it right away. They were just biding ...
... correctness. We are equally obsessed with mathematics. We seem to have an insatiable appetite for statistics and numbers. Farmers talk about bushels per acre and price per bushel. We measure the rainfall we get down the hundredth of an inch and can tell within a drop or two if Snow Creek got more or less rain than Figsboro. What we count most is people. Every ten years, our government sends out elaborate census forms to every home in the country. Turnstiles and ticket takers count the number of people who ...
... on the basis of a simple invitation and a mysterious promise. We’re not uncomplicated fishermen like Simon, Andrew, James, and John. We are complex, educated, technically knowledgeable people, people who have responsibilities and complicated lives. We’re not about to drop everything and go running after some traveling evangelist who announces that the time has come and the kingdom of God is here. We want to thoroughly discuss the matter, look at it from every possible angle, weigh all of our options ...
... them if He was the Son of God. "If you have that kind of power why don't you use it?" he screamed at Jesus. The other thief felt something different about Him and told the screaming thief to be quiet. The pain was unbelievable, and Jesus began to sweat drops of blood where the crown of thorns bit into His head. His throat was dry and He had to make a major effort even to breathe. Still, He looked out with love in His eyes for all of the people, including the ones who tormented Him, with words like, "If ...
... heard you say something that I didn't hear your father or mother say first. DEAN: So I don't enjoy working at being different like you do. So I don't enjoy the role of rebel. We both have an image, you know. MEGHAN: Well then, today, let's drop them. I want to know what you think about Jesus. Today, for once, let's talk honestly, okay? DEAN: I just don't think about it much. I don't get into all this religious junk. I just want to get married ... have a family ... work ... study ... go to Temple ...
... married. And she wasn’t even a Hollywood star! Maybe it surprises us that Jesus didin’t make more of this issue than he did. He just brought it up, as if to say, "You know, if I really wanted to get nasty with you..." Then he lets it drop. He doesn’t speculate, he doesn’t offer judgement. He just says, "Yes, I know you don’t have a husband. I know everything there is to know about you." And the woman responds, "What are you – some kind of prophet or something?" And then Jesus and the woman have ...
... up as much of the cold, harsh reality of death as we can by coming up with euphemisms for death. "He’s gone." "She passed away." "He kicked the bucket." "She’s gone home." "His ticket got punched." "She expired." (What was she, a bottle of milk?) NOBODY just plain drops dead any more! Instead, we try to paint a picture of death that makes it look like we just glide from this life into the next, just as easy as you please. Then we wonder why death comes as such a shock when it punches us in the stomach ...
... , the violence of nature, indiscriminately killing adults and children alike, or to face the doctor and hear, "I’m sorry. We’ve done all we can." It hard to do that and still sing with Easter morning gusto, "Victory in Jesus." The Monday after Easter can drop like a heavy curtain after the high moment of Easter’s standing ovation has passed. The fact is that all of us – not just Easter visitors – have to wake up on the Monday after Easter to a world that has seemingly not changed one little bit ...
... the royal family of Great Britain over these past years. We live in a democracy (or so we think). We are attracted to leaders who have the common touch. Or, at least, we used to be. Well, maybe we need to change metaphors then. Shall we drop the image of Christ the King and substitute Christ the President? Oh, please – say it ain’t so! Doesn’t work, does it? Christ is not one among equals. He is, indeed, as Paul describes him: "….the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation ...
... -? Leader: (Dismayed) You're going to ask a question about the Holy Spirit? Woman: (Stands; firmly) If he can ask a question, I want to ask one too. Leader: (Apprehensively) Is yours about the Holy Spirit? Woman: Yes. (Slight pause) The first one! Leader: (Mouth drops open) You have more? Woman: A lot more! (She pats her notebook) You told us last week to take notes - right here - I have them! Man: (A little miffed) So do I! (Holds up notebook) Leader: (At a loss) But, I didn't mean - (Sighs, resigned ...
... have merit. When you set their paintings side by side with the works of the master artists, however, the differences are obvious. Take a brand new, straight-from-the-box handkerchief. It looks white, and to all intents and purposes, it is white. Now drop it, in all of its fresh whiteness, onto a patch of new fallen snow, and watch the handkerchief turn gray. Eleven of those twelve disciples had made great strides in their discipleship. Hearing that dripping water, seeing Jesus down on the floor washing ...
... and made fun of him on the road to Golgotha. Simon of Cyrene, a strong young black, was drafted from the crowd as Jesus stumbled and fell. Simon carried the heavy wooden cross to the hill. There they drove large nails through the hands and feet of Jesus. They dropped his cross into the hole which had been dug in the ground, a hole which surely went all the way down to hell. There I watched him die the agonizing, suffocating death of crucifixion as he pushed off with his feet in order to relieve the pain in ...
... strength to endure ..." "Some have not had strength. Some have gone mad with pain. Some have committed suicide. All of us look forward to death. Then maybe we will know a few moments when our bodies are not racked with pain. "Pain ... You see a man's toes or fingers drop off and you know that it is only a matter of time before it will happen to you. There's no cure. Even those who want to help cannot come near us. Some bring us food and leave it at a distance. They'd like to help, but they are ...
... is possible, let his cup pass from me ... nevertheless, not as I will but as you will ..." The inner torment. Surely the prayer will be heard. The same words, over and over. His shiny forehead. . like that of a dying man. Sweat falling to the ground like heavy drops of blood. The mysterious silence of these heavy minutes. The same prayer, over and over. We hid behind the mask of sleep. We were too exhausted to pray. He had to wake us three times. "Up and quick. They are upon us. The traitor." "Where are the ...