... stink and are unshaven and disheveled try to join us in our worship, the glares soon drive them away. Jesus said, "... Love your neighbor as you love yourself." Trouble is, we can be so insulated in our skywalks, plush working areas, beautiful neighborhoods, and air-conditioned cars on four-lane freeways, that we do not even know that these unfortunate exist. Perhaps the only excuse for our existence in "a ghetto of the middle and upper class" is that we also need God’s salvation, and we need desperately ...
"I’ll tell you what keeps me coming to this church." The man who spoke was punching the air with his finger, pronouncing every word with force, and the dozen or so other people in the room turned to listen. The group called themselves the "Searchers Class," and had done so since the time, more than ten years before, when, as young adults, they had formed an alternative church ...
... deep within the man. "You’re the H-o-o-o-l-y One of God." "Shut up," said Jesus. "Come out of him!" Things were getting curiouser and curiouser that Sabbath day in Capernaum. The man fell to the synagogue floor, his arms beating wildly at the air, his legs thrashing out so that people moved back to give him a wide circle, froths of foam and strange cries coming out of his mouth. Then the man became strangely calm and lay very still. Slowly he picked himself up off the floor, his face now tranquil ...
... for a while!" We have those experiences when we are alone as well. It may be our prayer time. Sometimes those times alone with God seem charged with an aura of excitement. We can feel God’s presence within the room. There is holiness and mystery in the air. God seems so close we feel we could almost reach out and touch God. "It is well to be here." That is our overpowering feeling. We have glimpsed God’s glory. It would be good to stay here all day! Mountaintop experiences. That is what we usually call ...
... Jesus. The central portrait, however, the image of Jesus that is to control all the other images, is the portrait of Jesus dying on the cross. Do you seriously wish to see Jesus today? Look to the cross! But Jesus does not leave you and me suspended in mid-air with our wish to see him. "Why should we look to the cross?" we might well ask. "Look to the cross," Jesus says to us, "because this is where the judgment of this world takes place; this is where the ruler of this world is cast out. Furthermore ...
... the poverty afflicted children of America. Many channels are available for us to express love for these children, our farthest neighbors. Let me give another brief example of our farthest neighbor. People born into this world in the twenty-first century will inherit the air and the rivers and the streams that we either ravage or protect. Pollution is not just a matter that concerns us today. It is a matter of life and breath for people yet unborn. What kind of natural world, what kind of environment shall ...
... an attitude. It is action, too. Mercy is a tender heart with a helping hand attached. The merciful person works to relieve the agony of those who feel the squeeze for food and living space on a shrinking planet. She fights to check the pollution which poisons the air her children breathe. She speaks out for peace after her sleep has been disturbed by dreams of a nine-year-old son going off to war before he has had a chance to enjoy one year of adulthood. She accepts key posts in the community, to help the ...
... woods of Ephraim, Absalom rode through the forest away from his father’s men, when suddenly his mule went beneath the thick boughs of a great oak tree, and his hair was caught in the branches. His mule went on, leaving Absalom dangling in the air. David’s men told General Joab what had happened to Absalom. They were reluctant to kill the young man because David had instructed them to deal gently with him. " ‘Enough of this nonsense,’ Joab said. Then he took three daggers and plunged them into the ...
... died in his suburban Philadelphia home. Mr. Wagoner and his architectural firm, Wagoner and Associates, designed more than 600 churches across the United States. Among them were the Church Center at the United Nations in New York City, the interior of the Air Force Academy Chapel in Colorado Springs, the National Presbyterian Church in Washington, D.C., and the Westwood Methodist Church in Los Angeles. Speaking of his work, Harold Wagoner said, "The great thing about being an architect is that you can walk ...
... place to go. When we were in Germany we attended a Fasching Ball. Fasching is the German equivalent of Mardi Gras. The affair was held in the local music hall, the chairs having been removed for the night. People came in costume or elegant dress. An air of festivity was present, and people were correspondingly elegant in their behavior. I remember that evening especially because it showed me that people do need, every now and then, to get all dressed up and go some place. Not long ago we held a dinner in ...
Ezekiel 37:1-14, Acts 2:1-13, Acts 2:14-41, John 15:18--16:4, John 16:5-16
Bulletin Aid
Paul A. Laughlin
... the four corners of the world." For another, the passage from Joel that Peter quotes emphasizes "all flesh." Call to Worship Leader: Rejoice and be glad! For God has poured out the Holy Spirit upon the church! People: GOD’S SPIRIT COMES WITH WIND, TO BRING FRESH AIR TO THOSE STIFLED BY AIMLESSNESS. Leader: God’s Spirit comes with fire, to rekindle the faith of those whose light has gone out. People: MAY GOD’S SPIRIT COME UPON US ON THIS, OUR DAY OF PENTECOST, AND INSPIRE US AND DRIVE US, AS IT DID THE ...
... the cotton candy that always seems to be associated with the Big Top. You’ve tasted it, I suppose. Large fluffy masses of goo upon a paper cone. But there is no substance. When you take a bite, it’s almost as if you’re biting on air. It gives the illusion of substance but there’s nothing there. Or the circus acts themselves - the bareback rider looks like the most glamorous girl in the world; the top-hatted barker or ringmaster sounds like the wisest - and surely the lion tamer is the bravest. But ...
... . Tell me. Why is it that you seem to know everything before anyone else? Phoebe: (unable to resist this opportunity) Perhaps it’s because I listen a lot to what others say. (quickly exits) ‘Bye. Johnathan: (recovering, but saying it to thin air) But you seem to find time to tell everybody else about things! You’re not listening then! Martha: (calmly) Johnathan. Phoebe’s not here. Johnathan: I know that. Martha: (pause) Johnathan. You seem a little upset. Johnathan: (still raving) Why shouldn’t ...
... kind of contemplation, but in the whole arena of life; and our job is to fight the good fight of faith in that whole arena. I get so sick and tired, and I heard it again the other day on one of our local talk programs over the air, of someone saying that what the task of the church was is to make born again Christians; and that he was a "born again" Christian; and that, therefore, he was relieved of all of the responsibilities in human justice and righteousness in the world; that the church shouldn ...
... little beardless lad who, with his rifle hot, turned around to the rest of us in a foxhole with a smile of satisfaction on his face, and he said, "You should have seen that one. He didn’t know what hit him. I bet he jumped six feet in the air." He was loving it. He loved it. He loved killing. You see, it gives us a sense of being God when we kill, because only God has control over life and death. And so, it’s not hard to imagine that scene before the Cross, hear their spiteful sarcasm as ...
... out) So many people have come to this forsaken city, and now it is quiet. It’s almost like a tomb! Rachel: Yes - the feast has begun. Claudia: It’s eerie. (Pause) I’ve never seen Jerusalem this quiet before. There is something evil in the air, Rachel. Rachel: Oh, I do hope you’re wrong! (Pause) But many of us are afraid! Claudia: Afraid of what? Tell me! You servants know more than the procurator’s wife. Rachel: (Hesitantly) We who follow the Nazarene believe that the Sanhedrin will try to silence ...
... my cross. I will never forget the pain. There is nothing in the world that hurts as much as when you are being crucified. I forgot about Jesus because I hurt so much. I must have passed out because I do not remember seeing them lift Jesus up in the air on his cross. The next time I remember seeing Jesus, he was hanging on his cross between me and the other thief, and the thief was shouting at Jesus. He said, "Prove that you are the Savior, help yourself and me down from the cross." Then he began to curse ...
... they are not inside leading the people in prayer. One thing for sure - it is very noisy in here. But let’s look over there where they are changing the money. There seems to be a louder noise than anywhere else. Look, can you see the money flying in the air and the tables are being lifted by someone and slammed to the ground. It looks like Jesus. It is Jesus. He is coming this way and he appears to be very angry. The people are running in every direction as they try to get out of his way. Let’s ...
... no one! Only the man feeling uncertain and inadequate as men do at such time. Not knowing if his rough carpenter hands could be of any assistance yet knowing they must. And the woman - young, afraid, uncertain, alone yet not alone. And there in the chill night air and the dim light with tenderness and love the man did the necessary things. And with love that blots out the pain of such moments, the young woman brought forth her first born. A son! And together the man and his wife looked upon the child and ...
... not falter. Another man was given his cross to carry. With stumbling steps we made our way out of the stone gates of Jerusalem. Here that great leader of the people had been welcomed as a hero. Here they had so recently thrown psalms of joy upon the air to usher in a great conqueror. And now three criminals exit. Outside the gate, down the dusty path, and up the ascent to the hill of Golgotha. Upright posts grow from the rock and bones that cover the ground. Nothing green grows on Golgotha. He was crucified ...
... of the road - near where it begins its incline toward the gate to the City. We could see the dust of the road being kicked up into a great cloud off toward Bethany. It was a sure sign that a large group of pilgrims was coming. The dust of the air began to be mingled with the shouts and cries and singing of the people. It was a happy mob that walked by us, and surged toward the arching stone gateway to Jerusalem. They were escorting a young man into our Holy City. He was seated upon a donkey which made ...
... the darkness, stopping twice to look through observation windows, built into the side of the mountain. It gave us a respite, and also enabled us to adjust our breathing to the rarer heights. Then we stopped at the summit. Going out into the fresh mountain air, we held our breath, the view was awe inspiring, from the Black Forests of Germany to the Bernese Oberland, and down to the Italian Alps. The higher we climbed the better the view. The sun and snow nearly blinded our eyes, but the sheer loveliness ...
... filled with sorrow and disappointment to understand the events that had led to that horrible moment. Could it have been as he pictured it? He strained to recall. It seemed that he, with Jesus and the others, had gone to the hillside to pray. There had been an air of expectancy. Oh, it was not just that they had gone to pray which had filled them with anticipation. This they had done many times. But there had been so much to preface it. So much that he struggled to understand but could not. There was Judas ...
... IS THE WILL OF GOD: THE SANCTIFICATION OF YOUR THOUGHTS. "As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he." "Out of the heart come evil thoughts, murder, adultery, fornication. These are what defile a man." Martin Luther said, "You cannot keep the birds of the air from flying overhead, but you can keep them from building nests in your hair." The ancients told how Ulysses and his sailors were nearly shipwrecked by the seductive songs of the sirens who tried to beguile them as they sat on the rocky shores. But when ...
... ago I read a remark made by a devout Christian during World War II which I have never forgotten. A proud Englishman who loved his country and his city, London, was first and foremost a man of God. One night in the midst of London’s heaviest air raids, he looked out and saw the heart of London in flames. He was heartbroken - saddened beyond words. But there was still an inner peace within him. After gazing speechlessly for awhile, he turned to his frightened neighbors and said: "I’m going to bed. My ...