... was about to start on that campaign that ended in his famous "last stand." Again and again we hear the soldier say, "Please, Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go." But, of course, he has to go! In time the Indians surround the regiment, arrows begin to fly wildly about, and many of his friends are being killed. In the midst of all this confusion, our poor private cries out pleadingly, "What am I doing here?" It was an amusing ballad; I'd love to hear it again, but it asks the question that haunts every person who ...
... Game." When a player drives a ball deep into left field towards the bleachers, and it looks as if the ball will make it into the bleachers, you will hear a familiar cry from the faithful at Wrigley, "It's going; it's going; it's gone!" The crowd goes wild. Whether the Cubs win or lose is not the issue. This is baseball at its best, and Chicago loves its Cubs. It is worth the hassle, bustle, and bother to see a home run at Wrigley and hear the joyous expression, "It's going; it's going; it's gone ...
Oscar Wilde's short novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray, written in the early part of the twentieth century, describes the life of a tortured man who is unable to look honestly at his life. He refuses to look inside and accept who he truly is. Dorian is a physically handsome young ...
... immediately and painfully into the shocked numbness of deep grief. Strangely, one of his very first feelings were those of guilt. He had remembered how some months before at a family picnic he was showing off with a baseball. At one point he got careless and threw wildly; it hit his dad in the hand and broke his thumb. The young boy felt horrible. He said to himself, “What a terrible son I am! I have caused my dad great pain.” It seemed that was all he could remember after his fathers death—the pain ...
... stuff and feel a sense of awe. G. K. Chesterton once said that the world does not lack for wonder, but only for the sense of wonder. And Blake pictured it as to how it might be: To see the earth in a grain of sand, And Heaven in a wild flower. To hold the world in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour. We need to cultivate that -- to open our eyes to the beauty of the world -- the courage and strength of others -- the overwhelming grace of God that permeates everyday events in our lives and ...
... But, no, He appeared in a stable and He was not estranged even by the beasts within us. He saves man and beast. He encompasses both loft and cellar. He loves the Arietta , that utterly ethereal passage in Beethoven's Opus III and he lays his hand upon the wild and animal dreams of adolescents. (page 66) We are a part of God's sixth day creation -- creatures among creatures. But in that sixth day arena, He gives us dominion. Let's read verse 28 again: "And God blessed them, and said to them, "Be fruitful and ...
... . Now that’s very important. Affirm that it is a part of you. These things that we’re talking about are not evil shoots to be uprooted and cast away, though there’s a great segment of the church that preaches that kind of depressing gospel. These are not wild tears foreign to the harvest of the healthy personality. Jesus is not at war with our human nature. Now that’s good news. Put it down. Jesus is not at war with our human nature. He does not say that our instincts were born of evil or that the ...
... out on himself. I want him to stay awake and know who the phonies are. I want him to know how to holler and put up an argument. I want him to show a little guts before I let him go. I want to be sure he sees all the wild possibilities, and I want him to know the subtle sneaky important reason he was born to be a human being and not a chair.” That’s a powerful word of us, and this is the crux of it; we are not to be Norman Nothings. Our choice is whether we ...
... paramount problems of our times is that unbridled drive for pleasure and immediate gratification. This is the root behind irresponsible sexual indulgence and promiscuity. This is the root cause behind the rampant divorce rate of our day. This is the source of materialism run wild. We want pleasure, and we want it now. Discipline is a forgotten word. We know little or nothing about delayed gratification. We need to learn to deny in order to affirm. Jesus knew it. For whoever would save his life will lose it ...
... the richness of the meaning of agape, and so pictures are necessary. A father welcoming home a prodigal son. A sinful woman forgiven by Christ and pouring a bottle of precious perfume on Jesus’ feet. A shepherd concerned about one lost sheep, so he risks the wilds of the wilderness to find it. Dare we hang in that same studio? The portrait par excellance of love. The love of God, dying on a cross, spilling every ounce of blood and love for us sinners, acting out everything he said. Greater love hath no ...
... for their skin, too stunned even for grief, uncertain and limp, all their dreams in ruins. This man. Their Man – was dead. There were rumors whispered abroad that the tomb was empty – that the women who came back that sunrise morning, came with a wild story about an angel speaking to them, about the stone being rolled back and the grave clothes lying limp in the cave. But rumors are rumors. In their depressed state of mind, such stories seem like, according to the scripture, idle tales. So Cleopas ...
... too little," was the modest answer. "But I know this. Three years ago I was one of the worst drunkards in the East end of London. Three years ago my wife was a broken-hearted woman and my children were as afraid of me as if I had been a wild beast. Today I have one of the happiest homes in London, and when I come home at the close of the day, my wife and children are glad to see me. Jesus Christ has done this for me. This I know." (Clovis G. Chappell, _Sermons from the Psalms_, Abingdon-Cokesbury ...
... has it, "through the tender mercy of our God; whereby the dayspring from on high hath visited us." "The picture that rises before us is that of a group of travelers benighted, bewildered, huddled together in the dark, afraid to move for fear of pitfalls, precipices, wild beasts, and enemies; and so sighing for the day and compelled to be inactive til it comes. That is the picture of humanity apart from Jesus Christ, a darkness so intense, so tragic, that it is, as it were, the very shadow of the ultimate ...
... ,and caves where the cave men dwell; Then a sense of law and beauty and a face turned from the clod Some call it Evolution,And others call it God. A haze on the far horizon,The infinite tender sky.The ripe, rich tint of the cornfields, and the wild geese sailing high;. And all over upland and lowland, the charm of the goldenrod,Some call it Autumn,And others call it God. Like tides on a crescent sea beach When the moon is new and thin, Into our hearts' high yearnings Come a welling and surging in. Come ...
... But, no, He appeared in a stable and He was not estranged even by the beasts within us. He saves man and beast. He encompasses both loft and cellar. He loves the Arietta , that utterly ethereal passage in Beethoven's Opus III and he lays his hand upon the wild and animal dreams of adolescents. (page 66) We are a part of God's sixth day creation -- creatures among creatures. But in that sixth day arena, He gives us dominion. Let's read verse 28 again: "And God blessed them, and said to them, "Be fruitful and ...
... wrestling with his destiny, and the death that was inevitable -- crying out in his anguish as a human being -- if it is possible, oh God, let this cup pass from me -- his anguished soul so soul-centered that He sweat drops of blood. Then the crowd came -- the wild crowd -- and took him away. He was jostled back and forth between pilot and the chief priests and Herod -- none of them knew quite what to do with him -- they had never seen a person like this. On the surface Jesus was the victim. But as you read ...
... into the Promised Land. Moses looks back over that unforgettable journey with God which had begun with a flaming bush, and he sang about how God had dealt with them, and he used the fluttering wings of an eagle to make his point. "Maybe out in the wild ways of Midian, one fine morning, Moses had watched a great mother eagle hovering over and around her nest, trying to tempt her fledgling to take off for the first time into the broad upper air. But the little fellow, not knowing yet what eagle wings were ...
... talking about here. Listen to Hopkins: Long live the weeds that overwhelm my narrow vegetable realm The bitter rock, the barren soil that force the Son of Man to toil; All things unholy marred by a curse, the ugly of the universe."The rough, the wicked, and the wild, that keeps the spirit undefiled. With these I match my little wit and earn the right to stand and sit. Hope, love, create, or drink and die: These shape the creature that is I. (quoted by Mark Trotter, "Long Live the Weeds", July 19, 1987) It's ...
... about here. Listen to Hopkins: Long live the weeds that overwhelm my narrow vegetable realm The bitter rock, the barren soil that force the Son of Man to toil; All things unholy marred by a curse, the ugly of the universe." The rough, the wicked, and the wild, that keeps the spirit undefiled. With these I match my little wit and earn the right to stand and sit. Hope, love, create, or drink and die: These shape the creature that is I. (quoted by Mark Trotter, "Long Live the Weeds", July 19, 1987) It's ...
... , his lust for power, and his hatred of the Jews. The biggest factors in the Middle East crisis are undisciplined greed and the mad passions of a political leader. It continues to be so. There is a connection between the haves indulging their wild appetites and the have-nots continuing in the chains of poverty. There is a connection between our unwillingness to live simpler lives and our threatened environment. What is the cause of the massive waste and a drug dependant culture that threatens the ruin ...
... , "Life is a Gift", sermon preached at Calvary Episcopal, Memphis, TN, February 29, 1990). George Buttrick gets at the same question with a different metaphor. He said, "Why is it, do you suppose, that the same sun melts the wax and hardens the clay?" Or Oscar Wilde's couplet: "Two men looked through the self- same bars: one saw mud, the other stars." Two people looking on exactly the same landscape; one pair of eyes gravitates down to the lowest and the grimiest; the other for some reason reaches up to the ...
... we can see the road which the lightening illumines. That's what we want to do in this preaching journey through Luke -- especially today. John the Baptist's preaching was like thunder and lightning. This prophet, dressed in a garment of camel's hair, eating locusts and wild honey -- roars out of the wilderness, preaching a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins. This was God's prophet of whom Isaiah had written. Listen again to verses 4, 5, and 6 of our text in Chapter 3:"As it is written in the ...
... on Saturday -- scared for their skins, too stunned even for grief, uncertain and limp, all their dreams in ruins. This man, their man, was dead. There were rumors whispered about that his tomb was empty, that the women had come back after sunrise with the wild story about an angel speaking to them, about the stone being rolled back, and the grave clothes laying limp in the cave. But rumors are rumors. In their depressed state of mind, such stories seemed like "idle tales". So, Cleophas and Simon headed out ...
... stuff and feel a sense of awe. G. K. Chesterton once said that the world does not lack for wonder, but only for the sense of wonder. And Blake pictured it as to how it might be: To see the earth in a grain of sand, And Heaven in a wild flower.To hold the world in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour. We need to cultivate that -- to open our eyes to the beauty of the world -- the courage and strength of others -- the overwhelming grace of God that permeates everyday events in our lives and ...
... their sin; they will return to their former ways? That’s a real problem for us and the church. We don’t really take sin seriously. So, we see her kissing and anointing the Lord’s feet, her wiping his feet with her hair—we see that as emotion gone wild—we may even see it as worse. And we think in our mind, “It won’t last. She’ll be back to her old life before a month has passed.” But, if you read on into the 8th chapter of Luke—following this story—you will find that Luke tells ...