... ! How many of you like to make music? Almost everybody. Each Sunday during Advent I am going to bring to church a very special instrument, and we are going to play it, so that everyone will know that this is a happy Advent at our church. You would never guess why the instruments I’m bringing are special, so I am going to tell you why. The instruments that we are using in Advent were all instruments that Jesus may have played when He was a boy, or at least we know that they were popular when Jesus lived ...
... time, the priests had a hard time getting the people’s attention when they wanted to tell them something important. Now you must remember that this was a long time ago, before microphones and speaker systems. Do you know what the priests did? You guessed it. They played the cymbals, like this, CRASH! When the people heard that, they stopped whatever they were doing and listened very quietly. The priests also used cymbals at other times. They had signals that they played on the cymbals like one bang for ...
... like you. There may be other people with your name, your color of hair, the same height, weight, and size of nose. But to show you that there is only one like you God gave you a very special print that makes you different from everyone else. Maybe you can guess what that is when I show you this pad. Every one of you has a fingerprint that only belongs to you and no one else has one like it. When the service is over I am going to fingerprint you and give you a copy so that you can take ...
... a better life and better world. We have no difficulty feeling cynical in the presence of a man who has been successful, and we sneer, "But look how he got that way!" Or when someone in a position of leadership falls, we quickly shake our heads and say, "I guess we don’t know the half of it." It is human nature that we constantly think of the unforeseen evil and forget that unforeseen good. I It was so in the time of Jesus. When Jesus left the village of Nazareth to begin his public ministry great crowds ...
... spot for him to walk in and he’s home free. Everything waiting for him. All of the security and success he’d want. And what does he do? He enlists in some fool Peace Corps project, and he’s down in the middle of Africa some place. I guess I just don’t understand the kid." No, that’s right, friend, you don’t. But, thank God we have men like him who understand themselves, who understand what the need of the human heart is, understand that this life of ours has to have something GREAT as its ...
... minute," Mrs. Americus interjected. "What about the garbage we throw away?" "Well, I’m a pretty insightful custodian of that," Mr. C said. "Shall I give you some Forinstances?" "Do indeed. I admit I am pretty shaken, for you are shooting at my pride, and, I guess, at my sincerity, too." Fragments Are "Lost" "Well, for instance," Mr. C started in grimly, "bread is life. But you throw bread away every week. That little br-, excuse me, that little son of yours eats out the middle of the slice and throws the ...
... tried to give back the thirty pieces of silver. They didn’t need me either. It was all over and the only thing that I had was the money and now I didn’t want that. I’ll never forget how I felt. They call me a traitor and I guess that’s what I am. The worst part is that I hate everyone. I hate myself most, I hate Jesus and I hate the other disciples. Most of all, I hate the men who gave me the money and then laughed at me when I tried to give it back ...
... his spear on my shoulder. What had I done or what did it mean? Those were questions I asked myself. But then I knew what they wanted me to do. That was the Roman sign for saying that I was wanted by them to do a job. You will probably guess now what they wanted me to do but I didn’t have any idea then when they asked me. They told me to lift the cross and carry it for this man Jesus to the hill where they were going to crucify him. I was frightened, but I did not ...
... when it has looked more like a marketplace than a church. Everybody seems to be afraid and they should be. We are supposed to be worshiping God and thanking him for saving us and instead we are arguing, yelling, laughing, shouting, threatening each other over our money. I guess we had better get out of the temple before he finds us doing the same thing that the others are doing. I have never seen a crowd more afaid than it was in there. Jesus cleared the temple. There isn’t a person left inside the place ...
... we loved him for being a king, but it has been a lot harder since then. You remember running from him when he made you afraid in the temple and how bad you felt when you betrayed him in the garden and hated him at the trial before Pilate. I guess he really made us feel little when he looked at us while we made fun of him with the robe and crown of thorns. That too was a terrible day. This may be the last crowd that you are in before Easter and I want you to pretend one more ...
... child bearing and I told the angel so. It is just too late for such things. The response was clear. And I was given to understand that with God, all things are possible. With him it’s never too late! But I pressed the matter, a little too far, I guess. For then I was told that for my doubt I would he speechless and unable to speak again until this wonderful thing had taken place. "Then once more I was alone. Just how much time had passed I do not know, but I began to be aware of the voices ...
... the sentence of death if caught. Crucifixion. But in the last dark moments of my earthly life, something happened. Do you know what? I do not mean an event! I mean a relationship! For in my last sore hours on a cruel earth I glimpsed another life. Now you’ve guessed. I was hung with the Forgiving-One. I was taken to Golgotha on the very same day that the rabbi died. My sentence was meted out, as was his. But can you believe that I would not trade that day for anything in this world or the next? Can you ...
... wonder what had been the question to prompt that answer. He said, "Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye; with never a thought to the great plank in your own?" I know now that he was a carpenter. I suppose I should have guessed from what he said then. We met two more times before the last time. Both times I had heard he was to be in the district, and sought to hear him teach. Both times my boys went with me. Each time he spoke with freshness about the dry and brittle ...
... back to the rat race. We haven’t got time to sit down and read a book anymore. Perhaps it is a sign of the times that we have condensed versions of the Bible. In kitchens all over America there are gadgets to get the meal prepared quickly. I would guess Mr. Coffee started it all. Simply spoon in the coffee and pour water. The coffee is made before you can even find a cup. When we become sick we want to be made well now, not later. Medicine, doctors, pastoral care and love are often rejected if they are ...
... that his sins were forgiven. HARETH: Let me tell it, Thomas. It's my healing. THOMAS: All right, Father. HARETH: Well, as I was lying in front of Jesus and he said that my sins were forgiven, I believed that he was God. I believed. MOTHER: I guess anyone would believe that. HARETH: Not anyone. Not the scribes. THOMAS: They didn't say a word. But Jesus knew their hearts. MOTHER: Who doesn't know their hearts? HARETH: And Jesus said to them: Why are you turning these things over in your hearts? Which is ...
... entire Bible as a work of fiction. What about those disciples? They saw Jesus after he was dead and came back to life. That wasn't fiction. CARL: I know they saw him. But what about Thomas? NANCE: He had some doubts. Just like you. CARL: That's me, I guess. I'm just like Thomas. We have to live this Christian life without seeing Jesus. All on faith. That's tough to do. I could believe as strongly as the disciples if I could touch Jesus. NANCE: You really mean that. What about faith? CARL: Faith? I need some ...
... from the height. BEA: But there is no God. We learned that in school. AILY: Of course we did. We learned what we were taught. Just because it was carefully taught and we cleverly learned it doesn't make it true, does it? BEA: Well, no. I guess not. AILY: As scientists haven't we learned that facts are not facts until we can prove them? BEA: Yes, right. We have discarded many theories. We have discovered many facts. AILY: Right. The ancients might have found out about truth. Maybe it has been buried along ...
... father to do all the work. The Messiah wouldn't ask people to leave their work. MIRIAMNE: Fishers of men. Fishers of men. ZEBEDEE: Will you please stop saying that. MIRIAMNE: Fishers of men. ZEBEDEE: Stop it! All right, fishers of men. Hmm. What if he is the Messiah? I guess the Messiah could do anything he wanted to do. If he wants to teach my boys to be fishers of men he couldn't have picked better men to do it. I trained them, didn't I? He knew the best when he saw them. MIRIAMNE: What will you do ...
... I didn't understand, so I said, "what." FAIRISEE: You don't have to understand. You just have to respond. SCRIBE: I see. FAIRISEE: Good. SCRIBE: I see. FAIRISEE: That's fair. SCRIBE: What is? FAIRISEE: Will you give the proper response? SCRIBE: Oh, sorry. I guess I was thinking. FAIRISEE: Well, stop it. Thinking is dangerous and often a waste of Time. That's fair. SCRIBE: Why? FAIRISEE: Stop talking and start responding. SCRIBE: I see. FAIRISEE: Now, that's better. That's the correct response. SCRIBE: I see ...
... , perhaps by ropes, to the feet of Jesus. Talk about persistence and sparing no effort to get Jesus' attention! I was reading this passage again a few weeks ago at home when I saw something I hadn't seen before. I said to my wife, "Look at this. Guess whose house they were in when all this took place? Whose roof was it that was torn apart by these exuberant, determined friends? Look, it says Jesus had returned to his own home in Capernaum on the shores of Lake Galilee." It was Jesus' roof these fellows were ...
... being quiet and reflective. It wasn’t a clear picture - not like the ones I had when I was a boy of five or six. It was more like recalling someone that I used to know very well ... It’s like putting something into place in my life ... I guess that’s why I’m asking questions about my father." Thirty-eight years after his father’s plane crashed he had lunch with Burt Ribnick, who had piloted another bomber on the same mission, and who told him that he had seen what happened to his father. Another ...
... the anthem?" "No," answered George. He had missed that. "Well, did you see that ridiculous hat the lady sitting almost in front of us was wearing?" George had not seen the hat either. "Surely, you noticed one of the ushers almost drop the offering plate?" "Guess I must have been looking the other way," George answered. "Don’t tell me you didn’t hear the minister bump the microphone with his hand?" George had not heard that either. Exasperated, the woman said, "George, sometimes I think it doesn’t do ...
... road change their chants from "I don’t believe it!" to "I believe it" through a Toyota sport coupe’s epiphany. The church leaders have taken to talking like government bureaucrats and Madison Avenue sounds more evangelical than Billy Graham. So guess what the response of the people is to the sickness of words? Repentance? Lamentation? Reformation? Well, not really. The response is a bad attack of religious nostalgia. At this very instant, almost every television channel is clogged with "old-timey ...
... hill country. The world at that moment seemed divided between the arrogant and bully people of Philistia and the demoralized and anxious people of God, between the powerful but rather stupid giant and the anointed but deeply flawed king. No one could have guessed that the man picking stones out of the brook was doing the most significant work of the day. - Eugene H. Peterson* (*Five Smooth Stones for Pastoral Work, John Knox Press, 1980, pp. 187-188.) Conclusion David didn’t engineer his appointment to ...
... re a rabbi; how can you believe that ..." - they all have one thing in common. They are all troubled by the unfair distribution of suffering in the world. - Harold S. Kushner* *When Bad Things Happen to Good People, Schocken Books, 1981, p. 6. I guess Absalom would have agreed. On the other hand, there is also an unfair distribution of good fortune and the "chances" of life can lift us up too. An unplanned-for monetary success or perhaps an inheritance can smooth the edges, take away the insecurities, and ...