... became the cradle for the Christ Child. The second tree was built into a boat, but not the kind it had dreamed of--not a mighty ocean-going vessel--but a tiny inexpensive fishing boat. A man named Simon Peter bought the boat, and on one warm afternoon when the crowds pressed in, Jesus himself climbed aboard that small fishing boats that he might preach good news to the multitudes. The third tree also was deprived of its dream. It wanted to remain standing tall and pointing toward God. Instead, it was cut ...
... wanted to be turned away. They were certain that they would be told there was "no room in the inn" for them. Then their plan was to go to the media with the story of their rejection. But the innkeeper dealt the demonstrators a big surprise that night. Warmly, the innkeeper rushed around the desk, and he welcomed them graciously. "Mary and Joseph, how great it is to have you with us! You honor us by coming here tonight. What a privilege to have you under our roof! It’s true that all our regular rooms are ...
... knee deep in the river and dying of thirst.’ So the worn paper sack is there… left from a time when a child said, ‘Here… this is the best I’ve got… take… it’s yours. Such as I have, give I to thee.’” That’s a beautiful heart-warming story, isn’t it? Because it reminds us of a very important truth, namely this: that the best gifts of all are the gifts that money can’t buy. I hope we will remember that this Christmas. I hope we will remember that this Christmas. From the time the ...
... years ago a tragic accident took place north of Atlanta. A school bus was hit by a train at a crossing. Six little children were killed. In the investigation of the accident following the tragedy, it was reported that the watchman was not at the crossing but was warming himself in the caboose. His coming will also be sudden. If he comes suddenly, there will be no time to prepare for him. This means that our readiness must be now lest he come all at once. A car accident can happen faster than a twinkling of ...
... the baby to the one-armed man who began whistling and making funny faces to make the baby stop crying. As Rita, the waitress, took the baby to explore the blinking lights, the one-armed man took coffee from a burner and began waiting on tables. And a warm glow came over the whole scene. Harriet Ritchie said she was moved to tears and said to her husband, "If Jesus were born tonight in this town, he'd come here to this truckstop, wouldn't he, rather than to our upscale neighborhood and church?" "Either here ...
... a marvelous book of the same title. His name? Jacob Bronowski. I first heard Jacob Bronowski in Minnesota at a college conference on creativity. On a cold January day with crisp snow and a lowering grey sky outside, on the inside, Bronowski emitted a warm glow and radiance with his speech. Students and professors alike were drawn to him not only by his brilliance, but also by his charm and genuine humility. Accustomed to audiences of thousands, he spoke to this audience of hundreds as though it were the ...
... was my major, and after a semester in the freshman class, I was certain that I knew more biology than most adults did in my hometown ... including my minister. A few days before Christmas, I stopped in to see him. He received me warmly and asked how I had fared in my first semester. “Okay,” I replied, skillfully avoiding the subject of my mediocre grades. “But I’ve come home with some questions.” “Really?” he replied. “Like what?” “Like the virgin birth,” I said. “I’ve taken ...
... , exposes and yet also forgives. The light is more than a candle in the night. The light of the world is Jesus, our Savior. A friend named Tom tells about a night when he was a teenager. He and his friends were walking around the neighborhood. It was a warm night and very dark. Suddenly one of them saw a police car and shouted. They hadn’t done anything wrong, but they didn’t want to be seen, either. So they began to run. The police car saw them and watched them turn down an alley. Tom tripped and ...
... explained to me, was the gift of tongues. Suddenly he switched back to English and said in a loud voice, “God, I want you to baptize this dear boy with the Holy Spirit.” And I tell you the truth: nothing happened. I did not feel a warm fuzzy presence. I did not instantly understand all the mysteries of the universe. I did not speak in unknown languages. Nothing happened. This troubled our host. He pressed down harder and spoke even louder. He said, “Lord, I insist that you baptize this boy with the ...
... informs him, “They have no wine.” Jesus replies, “Woman, what concern is that to you and me?” She looks at him with maternal pressure. He stares through her and says, “It’s not my hour. It’s not my time.” Now, does that sound like a warm and supportive relationship? I don’t think so. Jesus brushes off his mother’s request. She backs off from her request, and then he makes the wine. It is difficult to handle this story without it slipping out of our hands. It defies reduction. There is no ...
... the emperor. The lions in the Roman coliseum feasted on the flesh of those who had believed that Jesus was the Prince of Peace. Apparently this messiah was not just about love and light and peace. Jesus the Christ was not just about singing songs and having a warm feeling in your heart. Jesus Christ was not just about going to heaven when you die and living in a perfect world on earth until that time. Jesus Christ was about sin, judgment, and forgiveness. The very fact that Jesus was born as the Son of God ...
... before. But true examples of fellowship and love are rare, even in religious circles. They produce a body of mutual respect quite unlike that which is normally seen, even in a democracy such as ours. Paul appeals to more than a worldly model of unity. This is no warmed-over Roman or Stoic appeal to tolerance. The whole body has to be well in order to function or that body will die. The inventory of gifts is not important. What is important is that the old way of tolerance is past. The new way of respect for ...
... , having and holding are what count. Giving and losing, reaching out and letting go are simply not in fashion. We have tried to lock God in the broom closet, far away from the rooms where we live. We’ll take God out when we need something, whether it’s a warm feeling on Christmas Eve or a good luck charm when we go under the surgeon’s knife. We want God to play on our terms and that usually means out of sight, out of mind. We want God to do what we want, when we want it. But the locked ...
... , “Anything But Christianity.” In the search for religious meaning, our generation seems to have a limitless imagination. Past-life regressions, out-of-body experiences, channeling, mantras — the list goes on and on. The New Age (which is truly just old Hinduism warmed over), Zen yoga, seances — anything but faith in the resurrected Lord of the cross. Today’s Scripture reading has a character like that. His name is Naaman. Of all the stories connected with the life of Elisha, the story of Naaman ...
... with minerals. The water flows like milk and foliage tastes of honey. The sky is blue, the grass is green, and the earth is good. Unlike the wilderness whose harsh terrain, lurking dangers, and arid places punish, maim, and discourage God’s people, the new land is warm and embracing and full of promise of new life. Moses asks the people to remember the blessings of their God and to honor God with the first fruits of their labors. This is a fitting tribute to a God who has stood by them, kept them largely ...
... in which the world will make the frantic effort to beat last year’s or the best year’s Christmas sales at the same time that it wonders if there is anything it can do to stop the murderous behavior in our metropolitan areas, solve problems of global warming, keep the peace in the Middle East, and solve social problems of drug and sex abuse so enormous one does not know where to begin. For us, though, Advent is that time when we can think seriously that the future holds great promise for us, because we ...
... what Jesus meant by these words. It is hard for us to understand Jesus' delay in his coming. God's time clock is certainly out of sync with ours as Little Jimmy learned one day as he was laying on a hill in the middle of a meadow on a warm spring day. Puffy white clouds rolled by and he pondered their shape. Soon, he began to think about God. "God? Are you really there?" Jimmy said out loud. To his astonishment a voice came from the clouds. "Yes, Jimmy? What can I do for you?" Seizing the opportunity, Jimmy ...
... got them? Donna: Of course. What’s wrong with you? Don’t you know when you got your sheep? Jim: Sure I do. Uh, well, I got a bunch when my brother dropped by one time and gave em to me and then got some more when it was kinda warm out - maybe this summer, and then I might have lost one or two and… Donna: Lost one or two?!?! And you aren’t trying to FIND them? Jim: Well, … yes and no. I mean, I tried but after a couple of hours, they could just about be anywhere and they ...
894. Cleansed by the Light
John 1:1-18
Illustration
William G. Carter
Pastor William G. Carter tells the story about a boy named Tom, and a particular night when he was a teenager. He and his friends were walking around the neighborhood. It was a warm night and very dark. Suddenly one of them saw a police car and shouted. They hadn’t done anything wrong, but they didn’t want to be seen, either. So they began to run. The police car saw them and watched them turn down an alley. Tom tripped and knocked ...
... and saying, “Father, forgive them.” Joe Smith was his name. He was a 16-year-old high school freshman. He was a remarkable person – kind and compassionate and committed to Christ. His Christian faith was radiant and winsome. He could “light up a room” with his warm smile. Everybody loved Joe Smith. But then tragedy struck. It was the end of the spring semester. The high school yearbook had come out. It was Joe’s first yearbook. He was a freshman and he was so proud and excited. Joe was in the ...
896. There Had to Be a Father
Luke 1:39-45, (46-55)
Illustration
William G. Carter
... was his major, and after a semester in the freshman class, he was certain that he knew more biology than most adults did in his hometown ... including his minister. A few days before Christmas, he stopped in to see his minister, who received him warmly and asked how he had fared in his first semester. “Okay,” he replied, avoiding the subject of his mediocre grades. But then he told his pastor, "I’ve come home with some questions.” “Really?” the pastor replied. “Like what?” “Like the virgin ...
... fond of is Garfield the Cat. There is a great humor in those sarcastic witticisms of his. One cold winter night Garfield looks out the window and sees Odie the Dog peering through the window. Garfield thinks to himself: This is horrible. Here I am in the comfort of a warm house, well fed, and there is Odie outside begging to get in, cold and hungry. I can’t stand it anymore. I just can’t stand it. So at that he goes over to the window…and closes the curtains. Friends, that is what you and I have done ...
... gathered together in my name, there I am in the midst of them.’ (Matthew 18:20) Of course I had a child! The Holy Child could be born in me every day as I sought to love Him above and beyond anything else. I took the next train feeling warm and contented. I knew that those two young strangers with their flutes had given me a magnificent Christmas gift. They had put Christ back where He belonged – in my Christmas, in my life, and in my heart, and I didn’t feel lonely anymore.” When we are frightened ...
... friend of mine tells about a woman in his church who is so excited to be a Christian. She has a shady past and had pretty much hit bottom when a friend reached out to her… and brought her to church. The church member welcomed her warmly and loved her into the circle of their love and God’s love. She started going to church faithfully. She joined a wonderful Sunday School class. She began studying the Bible daily. She started praying regularly… and in the process was converted. She realized for the ...
... her appearance...a nine-pound, eight-ounce bouncing baby girl...eighteen years ago this week. Boy, time flies! Needless to say, we were elated. We were glad that things had gone so well. Christie and I were alternately laughing and crying. I was taking pictures. I went over to the warming tray where they put the newborns for their first few minutes of life. I did the normal fatherly things...1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10; 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10...everything was right where it should be. She was a ...