... GNB) Nicodemus was a man under religious arrest. He suffered from a truncated religious imagination, and because of that, Jesus was trying to remove his religious blinders. He was trying to open the window of Nicodemus’s religious attic and allow the fresh air to blow through and remove the cobwebs! Parenthetically I would add that many no doubt well-meaning Christian men and women have taken these very words - "You must be born again" - and subjected them to the same religious sterility that was bringing ...
... never see A poem lovely as a tree. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree. 6 when far too many of us see only a maple or an oak? Why is it that a Jesus can look up at the birds of the air and deduce from them a lesson about God’s providence, when far too many of us look up and see only a pigeon or a sparrow? I think it has to do with our penchant for a flaccid and second-hand faith. I think it has to do with our ...
... us, and there is no better an indication of that fact than the inclusion of weather news on virtually all radio and television news programs. Turning on your television set for the evening news, you are automatically greeted by three distinct "air personalities" as they are now called: the anchorman, the sports commentator and the weather forecaster. Weather has made it big! Very rarely is weather mentioned in connection with religion as far as books, periodicals, sermons and the like are concerned. What ...
... all manifestations of darkness can both compliment the light and serve us in our religious growth. The Dark is kind and cozy, The Dark is soft and deep; The Dark will pat my pillow And love me as I sleep. The Dark is smooth as velvet, And Gentle as the air, And he is good to children And people everywhere. The Dark can see and love me Without a hit of light, He gives me dreams and resting; He brings the gentle night. God made the Dark, so Daytime Could close its tired eyes And sleep a while in comfort ...
... . He took a hell and made it a heaven. He takes a sinner and makes that one a child of God. During the horrible days of the Blitz, when London was blasted nightly, a Sunday morning dawned. The evening before had been one of the worst of the air raids. A particular section of the city had been badly hit. Ruin was on all sides. At one corner stood the remains of a once beautiful church. The building had been completely destroyed, only the altar remained. But there on the altar was a vase of fresh flowers ...
It is the middle of the first century A.D. Our scene is a prison, possibly in the Asiatic seaport Ephesus. In a dark little cell, mustiness permeated the air, mold clung to the wall. An earthen floor was packed smooth by the treading of countless prisoners. Sunlight crept through a tiny window at the ceiling. There was a crude table and a smoking lamp where a young man was writing. An older man paced the floor, dictating - sometimes in ...
... had done as a child. About the time it occurred to me what this episode was looking like to others, I decided this was actually the best thing I could possibly do. Up in that tree I could see everything that was happening, yet few people were noticing me. The air about us was filled with shouts: "He’s coming!" "I can see him!" "There they are!" As I saw him walking toward us, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was different. He had a manly tenderness, a deep compassion about him. It was as though his ...
1033. The Gift Of The Breeze
John 3:1-17
Illustration
Johnny Dean
I remember growing up in the South, in "cotton country," in the summer, before air conditioning became something almost every home had. Several of those summers I spent working on my uncle's cotton farm, down in the Mississippi delta, just outside of my birthplace, Cleveland, Mississippi. It was hot work, hard work, bringing in a cotton crop. It still is, but technology has made ...
... faith, He will make something useful and creative out of every tragedy that darkens our lives. Pastor Dr. Bill Bouknight lost his eight-year-old son to cancer. At the church where he served there was a young man who came there occasionally to work on the air conditioning system. He knew the family well. Several years after Aaron died, he came to see Bouknight. He said Aaron's death had changed his life. He said that before that awful loss, he had been living for the devil as hard as he could. But the death ...
... What do I do with this thing? Where can I discard it? Consequently, we see our whole landscape full of discarded things. Then we went into technology and industry to manufacture the things for this affluent generation. To produce these things we poisoned the air and polluted the water. Ecologists tell us that at the present rate we will smother ourselves in twenty years and we shall eat ourselves into extinction. Moreover, we are proud of our mass production of autos, millions upon millions of them so that ...
... voices come to me? I am king, not you." Softly Joan responds, "They do come to you, but you do not hear them. When the Angelus rings, you cross yourself and have done with it; but if you prayed from your heart, and listened to the thrilling bells in the air after they stop ringing, you would hear the voices as well as I do." We do hear what we want to hear. If we have the Spirit, we will hear spiritual truth with understanding. Preach by Responding As a worshiper you, too, can preach, but do you? You do not ...
... dead. ANNAS: [Skeptically] Then it really is all over, for sure? CAIAPHAS: [Warily] You thought maybe it wouldn’t be? ANNAS: No. I’m just relieved for your sake, Caiaphas. [JUDAS rushes in from stage right, unkempt, distraught, panting, and with an air of urgency. As he comes in, ANNAS and CAIAPHAS mime a conversation, soundlessly, so that the audience is free to focus its attention on JUDAS’ entrance. JUDAS bursts into the palace drawing room, ANNAS and CAIAPHAS showing their alarm. He carries the ...
... many of you have ever been out of breath? Did you ever run so hard that you thought that you were losing your breath, or have you ever been hit so hard the wind was knocked out of you? It is a very frightening feeling. You have a lot of air inside of you and you need it. I know because a lot of people have told me that I have a lot of wind. Let me show you how much wind you have. I have brought along a lot of paper bags and I want you to see how much ...
... do it and then give a penny out to all the ones who said that they could do it. First, very noticeably, give a penny to all the ones who could NOT do it.] That was pretty good. Now for the second exercise. I want you to jump in the air and click your heels. [Again follow the same procedure giving to the ones who were not able to do it a penny before you have given to the ones who did do it.] Now we have one more exercise that is really hard and I know that only a few ...
... I mean and you can try it with me. [Take out bag of popcorn.] This is one of the real fun things to do. It takes a lot of practice and you should never expect to be able to do it the first time you try. [Throw popcorn in the air and try to catch it in your mouth.] I can remember that when I used to try this I would miss ten times before I ever caught one, It takes a lot of practice and you must be ready to try and try again. I remember a story about a ...
... things from one of my friends, and I want to show them to you today. First of all, I have his magic wand. What a special wand this is! When my friend passes it over a hat he can make a rabbit appear or when he swishes it through the air in another way he can make people disappear. I can remember one time when he took this colored handkerchief and with one big swoop of the magic wand he turned it into a bouquet of red and yellow roses. That’s magic. Of course, magicians are not the only people ...
... a piece of wreckage of the ship. In an ocean so large he looked like a piece of sand on the beach. There was little chance that anyone would ever find him. Day after day he bobbed along in the ocean with only his stick and shirt raised in the air to show any hope of rescue. When the time had run out and there seemed to be no chance for him to live, an airplane spotted him and reported him to a ship that picked him up. What joy there was on the part of everyone that they had found ...
... confession. "It’s not dishonesty that I read in the holy book," he says. "You are as honest as the next man." Silence follows. Finally St. Peter pounds his fist resoundingly down on the table. His voice sounds like thunder as it rents the air: "You are charged with making mountains out of molehills. You have spent your entire life making mountains out of molehills - that’s what you’re guilty of. When things were trivial, you made them tragic. When men and women were affected by small passions. you ...
... by fire or along the walls of a neglected house. It gives a cheerful color among debris and death. During World War II, "fire weed" served as a symbol of the renewal of life among the rubble, debris, and wilderness that followed the bombing and air raids. In my humble opinion, "fire weed" is the unifying symbolic expression of the Christian. He is there. Although his name may not be remembered or even left, the Christian’s time, money, and abilities are there amid the suffering of the world. When asked ...
... bonanza. This story of love, intimacy, and death rivals Gone With The Wind in cash receipts. Many reviewers predicted that it would revolutionize the movie industry. It did not. Producers and directors did not flock to the melodramatic theme in moviemaking. Like a breath of fresh air, the Love Story type of move blew across the horizon and was gone. As one who stood in a line two blocks long to see the movie, I contributed to the phenomenal financial success of Love Story. Oh, I did not relish the personal ...
... been prepared for me. I soon learned to value my word more. Now that I am a minister, I see the reason for such actions. It never ceases to amaze me how people nowadays will commit themselves to something, think nothing of it, and leave you hanging in the air. Once I talked to a Catholic priest in New England who related that he had had 72 youth sign up for a chartered bus trip sponsored by the church and only thirteen actually appeared for the trip or called to let him know they could not be present. "That ...
... They are like the disciples who said, having been commanded to speak or preach no more in Jesus’ name: "We cannot but speak the things we have seen and heard." Their spontaneity, naturalness, and ease of conversation is like a warm, refreshing breeze in a room of stagnant air. Would it not be great if our tongues could be as dedicated as was the tongue of Jesus? It was said of him "Never man spake like this man." He spoke words of tenderness, "Come unto me and I will give you rest;" words of peace, "Peace ...
... love it. I’ll take it home and put it in water. My mother has a green thumb, and I just know it will grow!" The teacher resumed her duties, the boy went back to his desk, but in a few minutes was waving his hand wildly in the air for attention, and saying: "Teacher, teacher, I want to ast you somethin’" "All right," she said, "What is it?" "It’s about your mother, teacher. Teacher, if her thumb is green, what color is the other fingers?" Right at the beginning of living the God-directed life you need ...
... somehow managed to save must now be winnowed. So Gideon is in a cave, threshing wheat in a wine press, trying to get enough grain for flour for food. He’s doing his job in the worst possible way. To winnow wheat you need to be out in the open air where the wind can blow the chaff away as the grain is tossed upward, leaving the good grain. But he’s scared to be seen out in the open - so he’s doing the best job he can, in hiding. Then - one moment, probably when he stops long enough to ...
... would naturally follow. LOOK AT THE POLLUTION PROBLEM ALL AROUND US, WE ARE PHYSICALLY POLLUTED We have polluted our water until our beaches are unfit to use for swimming, our rivers and streams are contaminated until fishes die in unbelievable and uncountable numbers. Our air is so polluted that our lungs are dirty gray and/or black. Major cities give a "pollution reading" as regularly as the temperature. We have littered the land so badly that we pick up trash every year to the tune of 56 billion cans ...