... confuse me. I don’t understand them." Children gasp a long sigh of concession to their previous thoughts that parents are out of it and will never be with it. Citizens never cease complaining about taxes and crazy spending, but their armchairs manage to stay warm and cozy. Church members don’t like what’s going on, but the pastor can’t hear them. The pastor gripes under his breath, and the church can’t hear him. Meanwhile, the great divide gets bigger and the wide valley gets harder to cross ...
... time the Russians were very sensitive about their loss of power in relation to the United States. Sen. Nunn sensed their problem. He began his speech by declaring, "There is only one Super Power in the world, and that is God Almighty." Immediately, Senator Nunn could sense a warming toward him by his Russian hosts. We know what King David discerned long ago: There is only one superpower in this world. Our responsibility as people of faith is to position America so as to receive God's choicest blessings.
... , any more than I believe that my preaching in Iraq would change Saddam Hussein's heart. But Jonah obeyed orders, and a nationwide revival ensued. This past June at Annual Conference in Paducah, Kentucky, I met a remarkable lady named Dorothy Harrison. Her warm smile and enthusiasm were contagious. I asked about her background. She told me that her late husband, nicknamed "Tank," had been a policeman for most of his life. Then he was soundly converted and felt an irresistible urge to tell other people about ...
... a child's developmental problems, a failed marriage, cancer, the loss of a job, or even being victimized by crime. I saw a cartoon somewhere that showed two angels talking. One said to the other, "I can't believe those people on earth. They take for granted sunshine and warm breezes, but refer to a tornado as an act of God." A few months ago I had a cyst surgically removed. The lab did a biopsy on it; the report was negative. Looking back on it, I felt so confident of what the report would be that I was ...
... wrath (or judgment) is revealed from heaven against all human wickedness." In most United Methodist churches it is not politically correct to talk about judgment. We sub-contract out that job to a certain other very large denomination. We Methodists prefer the warm, fuzzy-wuzzy message of grace. But any message of grace that skips judgment is sloppy agape or cheap grace. The highest virtue for most Methodists is tolerance. But when we tolerate anything that God's word says is intolerable, it's like keeping ...
... oneself up to fill the lungs with fresh air, rapidly caused difficulty in breathing which meant that the victim died of gradual asphyxiation. It was Friday noon. The details are repulsive. The sound of the blows of a hammer striking spikes ripping into the warm flesh rang in the ears. All creation seemed to shout in protest. The horizons darkened. The thunder crashed above the heads of those three figures hanging on crosses. The lightning tore open the skies, and the rain flooded like tears from heaven. But ...
... one of the family," she says. The centurion looks at the mother of Jesus and asks, "Is that right?" She looks at Mary of Magdala, whom she has never seen before. "Yes," she says, "she belongs to us."1 Jesus wanted Mary, his mother, to be embraced by the warm community of believers. That is why, I believe, he turned to John instead of one of his brothers. He wanted Mary surrounded by a fellowship that would share in her pain as well as the joys of her life. In committing Mary to John, Jesus is placing her in ...
... house of bread. What a wonderful poetic description of a dwelling place. I remember frequently coming home from school and smelling the aroma of baking bread, creating for our entire family a house of bread. It awakens memories of good food, a warm kitchen, conversation, fulfillment. Everyone who entered the house gravitated towards the kitchen for a piece of bread with melting butter and to enjoy that delicacy in the company of others. At Bethlehem, at this house of bread, humanity is irresistibly drawn to ...
... if, instead of going to the prodigal first, the Father had gone to the elder son first. What if he had said something to him that went like this: “Look, your brother has come back and frankly I don’t know what to make of it. He looks like death warmed over and maybe there is a chance that he has finally comes to his senses. So, with your approval, I am going to take him back as a hired servant and give him a chance to prove himself. Now, we are not going to make a big deal out of ...
810. Eyes on the Unseen
Mark 7:31-37
Illustration
Larry Powell
... ’s familiar hymn says it well; "Open my eyes that I may see, glimpses of truth Thou hast for me ... Open my ears that I may hear voices of truth Thou sendest clear." And then the all-important third verse concludes, "Open my mouth and let me bear gladly the warm truth everywhere."
... way and, disregarding his own safety, searched until he found the straggler, often plucking it from some perilous plight with his crook (cf. Matthew 18:12). How like God the shepherd is, reflects the old poet, seeking and saving his own. It is a thought to warm the cockles of the heart, and the psalmist cannot think it without breathing a quiet prayer of thanksgiving that to comfort is to "surround with strength." A God Who Gives In the third place, the author of the Twenty-third Psalm is on familiar terms ...
... for a number of reasons, not the least of which is the safety the pilgrim band affords. Only the foolhardy would attempt the journey alone, since the roads are infested with highway brigands waiting to pounce on the solitary traveler. Besides, there is a warm fellowship to be had only in the sharing of faith, the psalmist reflects as he stands among his companions inside the sacred gates (Psalm 122:2; cf. Psalm 147:2). Here, indeed, is a choice rendezvous for all Israelites regardless of their tribal ...
... and Oleatha wanted me to come by and visit her. When I drove into her driveway, I couldn’t help but notice the beauty surrounding her home. The redbud trees were blossoming, the tulips had pushed their way up out of the ground and were blooming, and the warm rays of the sun were glistening as they danced across the surface of the lake. In spite of the beauty of the scenery, I suspected that Oleatha was facing a serious crisis. When I was invited inside her house, I could hear the tea kettle whistling and ...
... in the window." Presently, we did ride into a clearing, and there, sure enough, was your candle. I remember you were waiting at the door ... that you put your arm around me ... that you lifted me down from the horse ... there was a fire on your hearth ... and a warm supper on your stove ... After supper, you took me up to bed, heard my prayers, and then sat beside me until I dropped asleep. You undoubtedly realize why I am recalling these things. Some day soon God may send for you, to take you to a new home ...
... one. At any rate, our story begins the day after Jesus’ birth. Gabriel was sitting on a cloud high above the earth, basking in the afterglow of Christmas. He was remembering the joy on Mary’s face when her labor was done. He was recalling with a warm smile the beautiful star and the simple faith of those who saw the baby that night. The choir of angels which sang to the shepherds in the field had never sounded better. ("Those extra rehearsals really paid off," Gabriel thought to himself.) God was in His ...
... with minimal interference from the rest of the human race. One day, two visitors came to Cornucopia, wearing backpacks and hiking right down the main street of the capital city. Of course, the Cornucopians recognized right away that they were strangers and greeted them warmly. "Merry Kurtzman!" they said as they passed by on the street. "Merry Kurtzman!" the children shouted as they raced along the sidewalk, and when the visitors entered a hotel to get a room, even the clerk at the desk greeted them with a ...
... newborn babies know otherwise. When the child is safely delivered, the mother relaxes in exhausted happiness and the father beams with pride and joy, but the respite after the birth only lasts a moment. Now that the baby is here, she needs food and warm clothing. She needs love expressed in a close embrace, and soon she will need her diapers changed for the first of many times. Lest we forget, newborn babies quickly remind us with their numerous needs that our lives as parents have only begun. Fortunately ...
... bigger. Strangers who live in the house now look at you with some suspicion as you drive by very slowly, perhaps thinking you’re casing the joint. The scene looks familiar in a strange sort of way; your house usually looks smaller than you remember it, and not as warm and friendly. In fact, there is often a nostalgic sadness at being unable to capture what once was but never will be again - even a moment of that time, or a voice, or a loved one. To remain suspended in time, or to return to a former age ...
... a tract by Martin Luther, called "Preface to the Epistle to the Romans." Not very dramatic material, it would seem, but Luther’s words concerning "the change that God works in the heart through faith in Christ," touched Wesley deeply and he felt his heart "strangely warmed." Still rather tame, as mountaintop experiences go. Not the kind of thing people mean when they want the church to be more exciting. But for Wesley, it was enough, and it is the moment he cites in his journal when he was sure of his own ...
... risen from the grave! He called me by name, you know, and when I heard him say, "Mary," in that distinctive tone of voice that he had, the sorrow that had overshadowed my heart suddenly began to break up, like the morning clouds overhead are scattered by the warm and brilliant rays of the rising sun. Yes, I saw Jesus, and touched him, and his resurrection victory turned me from a weeping woman into a bold believer. Perhaps you can better understand and share my joy if you allow me to tell you a little bit ...
... John we read, "Little children, let us love, not in word or speech, but in truth and action." In the book of James we read this stern warning: If a brother or sister is naked and lacks daily food, and one of you says to them, "Go in peace; keep warm and eat your fill," and yet you do not supply their bodily needs, what is the good of that? So faith by itself, if it has no works, is dead. (2:15-17) In the Bible there is no divorce between spirituality and social responsibility. The vertical dimension of the ...
... which children love says that when Joseph and Mary and Jesus were on their way to Egypt, they hid one night in a cave. It was cold enough that the ground was covered with hoarfrost. A little spider wanted to do something to help keep the baby Jesus warm, so he spun a web across the entrance of the cave to make a fragile curtain. Shortly after, some of Herod’s soldiers approached the cave, on search for the baby Herod wanted destroyed. But as they prepared to enter the cave, the captain noticed the spider ...
Characters: Joseph of Arimathea - a pharisee and member of the Sanhedrin; calm, methodical, and a seeker of wisdom and truth. Nathanael an apostle of Jesus; warm, gentle, caring. Philip an apostle of Jesus; excitable, and not quite sure of himself. The play opens with only an empty bench in the middle of the stage. Joseph: (He comes on stage hurriedly. Looks around. When he can’t see anyone, he begins to speak out loud, as if ...
... upon Jesus. Jesus now stood, taking his hand from the twisted leg he placed both hands upon the arms of Jahmai, ever lifting him, straightening him, pulling him up, up, up. Finally he said, "Jahmai, you are well!" His words were not now in the warm and homey conversation. His words were with command. He was speaking an order. "Jahmai, stand before God. Even as your name, Jahmai, God guards you. Be whole in that special care!" Somehow Jahmai knew that Jesus was talking of more than his leg. With a quick ...
... grain threshing floor (2 Samuel 24). Since that first use, the road from the east into Jerusalem had been packed down with the feet of many travelers. This was the road that trade caravans had taken, bringing precious cargoes from distant lands, and bringing salt from the warm and humid depths of the Dead Sea. This was the road of the Good Samaritan story, the road from Jerusalem to Jericho. This was also the very real road of the Palm Sunday event that brought Jesus into the Holy City (Luke 19:28-48). See ...