... God’s people occupying the land they regard as Biblical Israel. Now I don’t agree with the position they’ve taken or the way they’ve lived out their commitment, but I tell you - their understanding of who they are and what they are called to, warms my blood and causes my heart to beat faster. Would God that our self -understand and identity as Christians was so pronounced. Would God that we had such clarity of commitment and mission with in the church of Jesus Christ. Who are we as Christians, the ...
... might explore in your own life. The first is direct action. Wherever it’s possible, I must act. The epistle of James says it clearly, if a brother or sister is ill clad and in lack of daily food and one of you says to them, go in peace, be warmed and filled without giving them the things needed for the body, what does it profit? It doesn’t profit anything. It’s empty piety. We have to act when it’s possible to act. Now I know that we’re confronted and our senses are bombarded all the time with ...
... the cub over to a pool where he forced him to look at their two reflections side by side. Then he gave him a piece of raw meat to eat. At first the cub recoiled from the strange taste, but he ate more, and as he ate more his blood warmed and the truth dawned. Lashing his tail and digging his claw into the earth, the young tiger raised his head with great dignity and let out a huge roar. He was not a goat, he was a tiger. And that’s what God does for us you know. He tells ...
... , one day when I had told her ‘I love you, too,’ said to me, “I don’t want you to ever say ‘I love you, too’ again. If you can’t say I love you without responding to my I love you, forget it.” Now Jeri came from a very warm and expressive and loving kind of family. They were always expressing their love for each other. If somebody went to the mailbox, they’d kiss them before they left and hug when they got back. And I wasn’t used to that. I simply wasn’t used to that and ...
As I grow older, and hopefully wiser, I’m more convinced that despite the limitations of my early life, the soil in which my roots originally grew was rich and fertile. The richness of love in our home was more powerful than material poverty. The warm concern, the gentle care, the self-sacrificing for their five children gave us a heritage dollars can’t buy. Though glaringly limited, the faith we shared in the little country church had an expansive simplicity to which I return often. On a visit to that ...
... and pray – dear heavenly father, (this is a tongue in cheek sort of thing) I thank you for all my blessings. For my wonderful husband who has the thermostat set at 68 and is saving my energy for my trip to the Harvard Medical School. For my warm and understanding mother who told everyone the shelf paper in my kitchen cupboard reads, Lindberg comes home. I’m grateful for the two strong and healthy sons who if their rooms are next to godliness, I suggest you move before the neighborhood goes. And for a ...
... man – free. Things went well for a while. The young man embraced what he thought was life, but it soon turned sour on him. The gay lights that sparkled and kindled the light in his own adventuresome eyes began to mock him. The wine that had warmed his stomach and heated his head began to sicken him and dull his sensitivities. The bread of surface relationships grew tired when he could no longer pay the bill of all the hangers on who had pretended friendship. Sickened by self-contempt, the young man came ...
... a widow.Respected.Smiled at.But never touched.Never held so close that loneliness was blotted out. I remember how my mother used to hold me,God.When I was hurt in spirit or flesh,she would gather me close,stroke my silky hair and caress my back with her warm hands.O God, I'm so lonely! I remember the first boy who ever kissed me.We were both so new at that!The taste of young lips and popcorn,the feeling inside of mysteries to come. I remember Hank and the babies. How else can I remember them but ...
... . It looked strangely familiar and much smaller than he had imagined it would be. As he entered the village, so the story goes, he discovered a street very much like his own, knocked on the door of a house exactly like the one he had left, and was warmly received by his family inside -- his family, of course. With that the man lived happily ever after in the magical city of his dreams! The point of that is, rather than transporting us from the problems of this life into some spiritual Eden, the favor of God ...
... straightened himself, buttoned his jacket, picked up the shafts of the little buggy with which he carried the little girl -- and then moved away into the gathering darkness. Cronin wanted to go after them -- to offer assistance -- to give money -- to strip off his warm coat -- but he remained rooted in his spot -- unable to move. He knew this was no case for common charity -- that anything which he could give would be refused. They had given so much to him. They who had lost everything, refused to despair ...
... don't have. Have you seen the movie "Driving Miss Daisy"? Please see it. It's a marvelous story. "Miss Daisy is a Jewish woman -- rich and a widow. She's stubborn, independent, frugal, and eccentric in a charming way. Her son hires a chauffeur, Hoke, a warm gentle black man. And that's the story -- the story of a rich relationship that grows from Hoke "driving Miss Daisy." Two of the most moving scenes for me was the occasion when Hoke drives Miss Daisy to a dinner where Martin Luther King is speaking. The ...
... . And you know what happened at Aldersgate. It was there, after years of endless struggle, that John Wesley came to that point of what we would call justification by Grace through Faith -- or the assurance of Salvation. And you remember his testimony. "I felt my heart strangely warmed. I felt I did trust Christ, Christ alone for my Salvation, and an assurance was given me that He had taken away my sins, even mine, and saved me from the law of sin and death. So what is going on here? Eight months after that ...
... easy chair was drawn up near it...and at his elbow there was a little table with a Bible on it. "The Bible was open at Psalm 59...and in the margin opposite verse 10 someone had written, in pencil, a fascinating interpretation which kindled his mind and warmed his heart (as it does my own). In the King James version, Psalm 59:10 reads like this: "The God of my mercy shall prevent me." Let me hurry to say that in old English, the word "prevent" meant "go before." But the penciled interpretation in the margin ...
... , he says to one of them, "You are so much better at saying goodbye than hello. With hello you are wary and cool...hello? You don't want to get involved. You are suspicious. You open the door just a chink. But when you say goodbye, you are warm and palsy. So long -- see ya, Buddy -- Take care -- Keep the faith -- Goodbye. Robert Raines from whom I got the image and the title of this sermon, "God's Hello People", says much of the time, we are the goodbye people, fending off intruders from our privacy. We ...
Harold and Maud is a fascinatingly different, but warmly convincing novel. It's by Colin Higgins, and is the story of two persons who not only affirm each other's existence, but also cherish the mutual meanings they share. A young man in his 20's and an enchanting woman in her 70's become real friends. Maud cares ...
... to bed. As they pulled up the covers of the bed, Clara paused, and then in a reflective mood said, "You know, Herman, if it weren't for my money, why we wouldn't have the dresser in this room, or the corner table, and we wouldn't have this warm, comfortable bed." With that, poor old Herman turned to Clara and said, "I don't want to hurt your feelings, Honey, but you know, if it weren't for your money, just like the car, the house, the piano, the dresser, the table, this bed -- if it weren't for ...
... dreams touches my heart but stretches my mind. Our own John Wesley put it clearly and succinctly: "We must unite that which has too long been divided -- vital piety and __________________." Meaning comes not from emotions or intellect alone -- but from the heart strangely warmed by the presence of the Indwelling Christ, and a faith informed by intellect devoted to serving God. The church that doesn't touch our hearts and stretch our minds will not give us the meaning we desperately seek. Let me do a little ...
... we know that part of the trouble is within us. We were not as loving as we should have been, and our affection grew cold over the days and years. Or perhaps we are still married, but even so we must admit that our relationship has cooled off, and the warm love is not what it once was. (We've failed in marriage.) "(And) How many parents feel a sense of failure. We tried to teach our children what we thought was important, but for some reason they didn't seem to catch our values. They lived out their time ...
... We all knelt on the floor and extended our hands into the center, clasping together each other's hand. Those who couldn't kneel in the circle touched the shoulders as they huddled around the backs of those who were kneeling in the circle. We were one vibrant, alive, warm, huddle of humanity -- all feeling the depth of need, as well as the joy of deliverance. As we clasped hands, we sang that song, "Lean On Me". Some of you know some of the words: "Lean on me when you're not strong and I'll give you strength ...
... These are the things I learned: Share everything. Play fair. Don't hit people. Put things back where you found them. Clean up your own mess. Don't take things that aren't yours. Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody. Wash your hands before you eat. Flush. Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you. Take a nap every afternoon. Be aware of wonder. Remember the little seed in the styrofoam cup: The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that. Goldfish and ...
... , certainly, certainly Lord." Then the preacher went through the leadership of the non- violent movement for civil rights and human dignity, calling out name after name -- Martin Luther King, Ralph Abernathy and on and on. And the crowd, warming to the song, sang loudly in response, "Certainly, certainly, certainly, Lord." The cadences rose -- Do you love Martin Luther King -- certainly, certainly, certainly Lord -- Do you love Ralph Abernathy -- certainly, certainly, certainly, Lord. After a series of ...
... 1000 auklets perished along the beaches of the San Francisco Beach area. Auklets are sea birds built to dive and not fly. They are dependent on the krill and small fish the ocean constantly brings them. Over a period of about ten days a large pool of warm, stagnant water lacking most forms of marine life remained closer than usual to the bird's feeding area. The birds began starving to death by the hundreds. Area wild life officials were at a loss to prevent it. That is a parable. The auklets were dependent ...
... determined to carve out a new life for himself. His motto was, "Don’t do drugs and see what happens." He worked part-time moving furniture, but when he wasn’t working, like many homeless persons, he spent his time in the Boston public library where it was warm and hospitable. Unlike many of his kind, however, he began to take advantage of the library for more than a place to hang out. Knowing things had become the goal of his life, and knowing that he knows gave him a direction to pursue. Since he was a ...
... have forgotten that all life ought to be baptized into a larger meaning if religion is to be true to the beauty of Christ. Worst of all, they have treated religion as though it had nothing necessarily to do with the everyday matter of keeping human contacts warm and lovely. Some persons of official standing in the church, both clerical and lay, have a kind of formal piety, but are poison to live with, like Mr. Murdstone in David Copperfield. It has been rightly said that not much credit can be given to any ...
... the blind, to let the oppressed go free, to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor. -- vv. 18, 19 Then, sitting down in the manner of a rabbinical leader, he declared, "Today this scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing" (v. 21). At first the people responded warmly to "the gracious words." But they soon began to be troubled by the fact that he was one of them. They knew Joseph and Mary, had seen the boy grow up, and stopped often to visit with him in the carpenter shop. And when Jesus pressed the issue ...