... this kind of politics and the good people of the city took on the Boss Tweed element. At first they seemed to make headway. But as the campaign drug on they began to feel the pressures of machine politics. Many of these good people began to drop out. When the election was held and the results counted, to many people’s disappointment, they discovered that Boss Tweed had been reelected. The next day the New York Times ran an editorial and analyzed what had happened. It said: The good people quit being good ...
... investments, as long as we understand that the best investment that we can make is in the Kingdom of God. The only future that is sure is God’s future. God will be with you whether or not the Nasdaq ever gets back to 5000 again or the bottom drops out completely. God will be with you. Leo Tolstoy once wrote a story about a successful peasant farmer who was not satisfied with his lot. He wanted more of everything. Here is how Tolstoy tells the story: One day a farmer received a novel offer. For 1000 rubles ...
... laws which are not so common, and a phenomenon which strikes us as being of the miracle kind may, in reality, be a functioning of natural laws we know little or nothing about. Here, for example, is the law of gravitation, known in the world since a caveman first dropped a heavy stone on his own foot. It took us a long time, though, to discover the higher laws of aerodynamics. Every piece of an airplane would fall to the ground if it were in the upper air alone. But we can overcome the law of gravitation by ...
... who are flocking to the proclaimers of the gospel (whose presentation is untarnished by a serious grappling with the wisdoms of science, biblical criticism, or the prevailing arts) we are overlooking the fact that we are creating a new mission field: those who drop out of the faith because it appears too simplistic, obscure and anti-intellectual. According to Cohn Morris, the pulpit is one of the few remaining places in our society where serious issues are discussed. It may be that neither the pulpit nor ...
... man would have pleased Jesus very much. Someone told Smith this story: "There was one young man who hid his face with his hands whenever anyone approached. Al just kept plugging away, took the man for car rides in the country and talked to him. Eventually the young man dropped his hands when he was with Al. Now he’s out of the hospital." Jesus might turn that story into a parable for those of us who live today, claim to love God, yet seem to be asking, "Who is my neighbor?" Al was no Samaritan, nor was he ...
... Do you drink?’ I answered negatively, but added that like all Spaniards I had a glass of wine at luncheon and dinner. He then said: ‘Well, if you want to become a great, renowned artist and avoid that laziness in your fingers, you must never touch a drop of wine or alcohol.’ I obeyed him faithfully all my life." Jesus, you see, never calls us to ministry and mission under false pretenses. When the disciples wanted places of honor next to him, he asked, "Are you able to drink the cup that I drink?" and ...
... pose of this exclusive company, like Mama at the Harper Valley PTA. What Were They Really Like? What were they really like, this Pharisee and publican? Would the story ring true in a society today when terms like "righteousness" or "sinner" have been dropped from our vocabulary, when group therapy provides a better outlet from our guilt trips than confession, when dieting is more in style than fasting, and when approval of ourselves and others is more coveted than God’s approval? Both the Pharisee and ...
... the lost. He witnessed Jesus Christ, and in the brief encounter of this hour, he inherited the riches that made all his other riches worthless. He was given stature that no meter stick can measure. Expectation and Surprise Whatever prompted this little man to drop his dignity and climb the sycamore we cannot say, except that in his curiosity he sought a passing glimpse of this strange character from Nazareth whose name was on the lips of people everywhere. That he was prompted by a sense of personal need ...
... the glory of the dim and distant yesteryear, and make those good things happen that the prophets had foretold. The land should bloom again, poverty should be exchanged for prosperity, and swords should be beaten into plowshares. So there were fishermen who dropped their nets and followed him. There were zealots who became excited at the prospect of the kingdom, a tax collector closed his booth and invested his stock in this new opportunity. People brought their sick to him, the pained, the paralytic, and ...
... repay us? Some of us, like the Pharisees, would be hard put to answer. After all, who wants to eat with that kind of people? So, we do much of our "charity," our "benevolence" on an impersonal basis. Our Christian duty is done and we can forget it. He dropped a dollar in the plate And meekly raised his eyes, Glad that the weekly rent was paid For his mansion in the skies. Of course, our benevolence is necessary and good; but what are we giving of ourselves to those who cannot repay us? One of the prayers in ...
... a white one, come out from between the rocks and begin gnawing their way round and round the base of the little thorn bush to which he was clinging. In total despair, the poor man closed his eyes at this point and began licking with his tongue at the tiny drops of nectar he had seen on the leaves of the thornbush. This is the predicament in which Tolstoy left him. The story was the author’s way of saying that life is a dreadfully painful ordeal that can only end in the waiting jaws of death. The best one ...
... to us? Why should we live as carelessly as the young rural swains of a generation gone by who went courting and carousing in horse-drawn buggies? Shall we, like many of them, so exhaust ourselves that we cannot stay awake on the way home in the wee hours, drop the reins on the dashboard, and hope the nag we are driving will find the way with us to the destination we desire? Life is too important for us to take that chance. Let us listen to Jesus, wake up, and live with clear-eyed purpose and assurance. And ...
... his life to Christ. In due time he became the leader and missionary of the Moravians, some of whom came to this country seeking religious freedom. This is the only appropriate response to something as great and meaningful as the cross. Isaac Watts puts it this way: But drops of grief can n'er repay The debt of love I owe. Here, Lord, I give myself away; Tis all that I can do. Without a doubt, the greatest reason for Jesus' death being different from all other deaths in history was the fact that his death ...
... though this world with devils filled ... one little word shall fell him." When you are filled with the Holy Spirit, as Jesus was, there is no room for the Devil to enter your life. It is like a cup that is full to the brim; you can't get another drop in it. A true Christian can say, "My cup runneth over" with the Spirit. Not only is there no room for the evil spirit to enter, but the Holy Spirit will drive out any evil in the heart. In a Greek legend, there were Sirens who sang so seductively that ...
... ways ... For from him and through him and to him are all things. To him be glory forever." Today our problem is that we have lost this sense of God's greatness. We have made God a "pal." We have become familiar, as though he were our big brother. We dropped the reverential "Thou" for the familiar "you." Once we had the high and distant altar, but now we have moved the altar close to the front pew to make God a little more human and knowable. As a result of this, our worship has lost the feeling of awe and ...
... colonel. The captain replied, "This man has never been forgiven." The colonel held a staff conference and then addressed the soldier, "You have been punished many times. This time I wipe the charge off your record. You are forgiven; you are free." The guilty one dropped his face in his hands and, with heaving shoulders, left the courtroom. From that moment he was a different man. Never again was he drunk. Here was the power of love, of forgiveness, of grace. When we have this same kind of experience with ...
... s feet. Francis shuddered when he saw how his father clung to the money. Francis called to the bishop, "Wait a minute!" Then he stepped behind a screen, took off all his clothes, and appeared before a crowded courtroom stark naked with his clothes on his arm, Francis dropped them at his father's feet, saying: "You're getting my clothes, too. Here I am the way I was born. Now we are even!" As Francis began a new life in Christ, he did what Paul talks about in today's Second Lesson: "Indeed I count everything ...
... and, if taken outside and let go where the wind can get them, they will fly away high in the sky. I love a balloon when you can do those kinds of things with them. But, look at this so-called balloon. If I let it go, it will just drop to the floor like a piece of dead weight. It needs something to make it a real balloon. Does anyone here know what it is? That's right, air, my air or your air blown into it will make it a real balloon. Let's try it. [Blow up a ...
... I wanted to write to you and tell you about some recent developments in my life. I remember with warmth the days that I spent in your Junior High Sunday School class. You’ll remember that when I was promoted from your class to the Senior High Class, I dropped out of Sunday School altogether. You may also recall that I saw you about two years ago when we coincidently stopped at the same gas station for gas, and in our brief conversation you referred to me as a lost sheep. I thought about that many times. I ...
... a close family relationship, but the widow, the fatherless, the alien, the poor. Gone from Zechariah’s thinking are any such thoughts as, "As soon as I am doing well, then..., as long as my family is doing well, then..., or once the unemployment rate drops to 10 percent, we need not bother, or the trickle-down economic theory works. If we take care of the rich, we hope the poor will get theirs later." No matter how good things look statistically by business, industry, or government measures, they are not ...
... 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 ...
... and James and John as they thought back on their experience on the Mount of Transfiguration. It was a significant moment, all right, no doubt about that. Jesus, radiating with that pulsating glow like something from a Spielberg movie. Moses and Elijah, back from the dead, dropping in for a chat with their Master. Not your run of the mill afternoon, even when life with Jesus had taught you always to expect the unexpected. It could only have been later, from the other side of the cross and the tomb, as they ...
... Claus and the tooth fairy. Astronauts had not yet been invented. Even our parents didn't know what a paramedic was. The answers we gave changed as we grew older, but the question never left. I think it's still true today. Of course, a mother has to drop the words, "when you grow up," on the day a daughter announces she has a steady boy or on the day the basketball team measures her son at six feet. And, of course, when we become adults, the question, "What are you going to be?" comes disguised in different ...
... open-hearted people who dare to dream big. Two superpowers clutching enough nuclear weapons to destroy the world eight times over glare at each other, and no one knows how to disarm. The elderly and the unemployed - many of them members of this church - stare at the dropping temperatures and no one knows how they can pay for fuel. Seven million refugees of famine sit huddled in relief camps in Africa and no one knows how many can be saved by our help. In only one place can solutions be born - in hope. No ...
... hall which strives to be a family-style restaurant, but is degenerating into a soup kitchen. Scurrying about are the waiters - Philip and Matthew, Bartholomew and Nathan and most of the other disciples, juggling stacks of dishes in their fishermen's hands and undoubtedly dropping many of them. In the center stands maitre d' Peter, so busy telling stories about Jesus that he never sees the line of people standing at the door waiting to be seated. In the corner is James, shuffling from one foot to the other ...