... setting in which you are probably sitting just now, and picture yourself living in some of the fiercest winter weather you can imagine. A local television or radio station in that cold community publicizes a special promotion: an all-expenses-paid two-week trip to some warm and sunny spot. The trip can be to Florida, the Caribbean, Cancun, Hawaii -- you name it. And all you have to do to be eligible to win this very desirable prize is to show up at a particular place at a particular time. The date comes ...
... . You know he was a master organist, a medical doctor, philosopher, Biblical scholar, lecturer, writer, everything. He came in with a cup of tea and some refreshments and stood in front of the group, and there I was, close. “Dr. Schweitzer thanked everybody: ‘You’ve been very warm, hospitable to me. I thank you for it, and I wish I could stay longer among you, but I must go back to Africa. I must go back to Africa because my people are poor and diseased and hungry and dying, and I have to go. We ...
... a widow, respected, smiled at, But never touched. Never held so close that loneliness as 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 Oh, God, I am 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 ...
... who I’m related to?” When I was younger I thought I was being paranoid and overly sensitive, simply an insecure adolescent. But as I got older I realized I had good reason to be inquisitive. Shortly after moving to Lafayette I began receiving warm calls from colleagues welcoming me into the area, some even resulting in a meeting for lunch. Little did I know that word of my “secret” had gotten out. After a seemingly appropriate amount of time, several of my colleagues, who had been so interested in ...
... to the development of his interior life and rigorously disciplined in religious practice. That, too, left him lifeless, empty, uncertain, and joyless. Then came his most famous experience on May 24,1728. He recorded that experience in his journal: “I felt my heart strangely warmed. I felt I did trust in 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 (Nehemiah Curnock, ed., The Journal of John Wesley ...
... who I’m related to?” When I was younger I thought I was being paranoid and overly sensitive, simply an insecure adolescent. But as I got older I realized I had good reason to be inquisitive. Shortly after moving to Lafayette I began receiving warm calls from colleagues welcoming me into the area, some even resulting in a meeting for lunch. Little did I know that word of my “secret” had gotten out. After a seemingly appropriate amount of time, several of my colleagues, who had been so interested in ...
... he does it with precisely developed logic, and the power of his rational mind, one of the greatest minds of the ages. But here in our Scripture lesson – the first eight verses of his letter – he does it by witness and affirmation. Can you imagine the warm glow that shown on the faces, and the tingling joy that must have coursed through the minds and hearts of the people of the church in Colossi, when their leader read them this word from Paul? Listen again and feel the joy and glow yourself: In ...
... to the blatantly pagan and destructive forces of this post-modern world that have become so seductive and enchanting even to the church. It will become more counter-cultural then cultural and will know the difference between filling the sanctuary with warm bodies or the measure of success and allowing the Holy Spirit to shape a community of disciples connected in love, worship, proclamation and service. I would suggest three essentials for the Church to be an enclave of resistance. we must ground ...
... nice, fulfilling our role with reasonable skill and efficiency. Under that expectation, it’s easy to become complacent. Instead of striving to become all that Christ calls us to be, we simply do what is expected of us: regular hospital calls, decent sermons, warm blessings at women’s groups. Ministry may certainly be that much – but it is not only that much – it’s far more. Though Les and Leslie Parrott are dealing with this next issue, I have to register if. Family pressures can really handicap ...
... to read in its entirety, so I’m only going to mention a few: When using a public campground, a tuba placed on your picnic table will keep the campsites on either side vacant. A hot rock placed in your sleeping bag will keep your feet warm. A hot enchilada works almost as well, but the cheese sticks between your toes. Lint from your navel makes a handy fire starter. Warning: Remove lint from navel before applying the match. Take this simple test to see if you qualify for solo camping. Shine a flashlight ...
... on this most intimate and emotionally charged issue, that Jesus was a male and a man; he felt hunger, desire and thirst; he had as much testosterone in his system as anyone; Jesus appreciated beauty, but Jesus never looked at a woman as an object; his warm touch was not a tool of seduction; women felt safe in his presence because he had no hidden agenda; he never leered. As the sinless one, as one not infected by our systemic disease of ignoring God and using people, Jesus’ bodily appetites were not ...
... a box seat close to the field, and when the Red Sox were in town he would torment Boggs by shouting obscenities and insults. It's hard to imagine one fan getting under a player's skin, but this guy had the recipe. One day as Boggs was warming up, the fan began his routine, yelling, ‘Boggs, you stink’ and variations on that theme. Boggs had enough. He walked directly over to the man, who was sitting in the stands...and said, ‘Hey fella, are you the guy who's always yelling at me? The man said, ‘Yeah ...
... are not aware of this dynamic, spend some time with John 10:27, “My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me....” Thursday evening was the last night of Bible school. After the children sang songs about Christ and my heart was warmed by their faith, an offering was taken, almost as an afterthought. I heard the voice nudge me, “Empty your wallet out of gratitude.” I looked, and there was a single twenty. I quickly argued myself out of generosity, and just then, at that very moment I ...
... am embarrassed to admit how hurried and thoughtless they often are. It stung my conscience to read the words of Wilbur Rees: “I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please, not enough to explode my soul or disturb my sleep but just enough to equal a cup of warm milk or a snooze in the sunshine. I don't want enough of him to make me love a black man or pick beets with a migrant. I want ecstasy, not transformation; I want the warmth of the womb, not a new birth. I want a pound of the Eternal ...
... his person and the promise of the kingdom of God which they heard taught and saw enacted before them in stupendous healings. It dredged up every feeling and weakness imaginable. To strip this Christian faith of its unpredictability and risk in order to turn it into a warm velvet limo ride to a perfect world is to destroy it. The reality program Fear Factor may disgust you with bug eating and terrorize you with heights, but at some level we all know that getting the rewards of life is dependent on facing and ...
... chances to love, more chances to serve, more chances to give, more chances to pray, more chances to see the Bible get up off the page, more chances to see the Holy Spirit break through, another chance to become a wiser and better man, another chance to feel the warm heart of Jesus. My long term observation is that God knows just which text I’m preaching and sends challenges to illumine his Word in practical ways. Will I obey during the week what I preach to you on Sunday? Lori is used to me walking in the ...
... a dimension of intensity, even of ecstasy. The truth is confessed, and it is felt; head and heart are together and engaged. Not a bad beginning, is it? A true confession coupled with deep feeling. Old time religion. But, according to Jesus, good Methodist doctrine and a warm Wesleyan heart are not enough. To head and heart the hands and feet must be added, “Not every one who says to me Lord, Lord... but the one who does the will of my father who is in heaven.” To assent and piety must be added obedient ...
... heals him. So like the Master! They come to him to do him harm; he comes to them to heal not only their bodies but their hearts. Then they seize him and lead him to the house of the high priest. Simon Peter follows cautiously behind. He warms himself in front of a fire near the place they are interrogating his Lord, and there in that courtyard on that fateful night, Simon Peter denies his Master three times, just as Jesus had predicted he would. Inside the house the men who are guarding Jesus begin mocking ...
... breathe air, not water. He has to use his mouth for nourishment, no longer relying on a connection to my body. In his sleep, he flails his hands through the air, startled not to hit the solid, comforting wall of my body. After living only in warm darkness, he experiences light, coolness, and the touch of other skin on his own. Nothing can prepare him for this new life which must be, quite simply, unimaginable. “Had there been a companion watching my child’s journey from the womb side, he would certainly ...
... was to intimidate Tutu so he would not speak boldly against the apartheid government. Bishop Tutu stared them down. He said to them, “You are powerful. Very powerful. But I serve a God who will not be mocked.” Then with a dazzling warm smile he said to them, “Since you have already lost, I invite you today to join the winning side.” Immediately, testifies Jim Wallis, the cowering congregation was transformed. They began to dance. They danced their way into the streets where even more security ...
... . Many of you are familiar with Eric Clapton, the Grammy Award winning English guitarist, singer and composer. Clapton is one of the most influential musicians of the rock era. He has been inducted an unprecedented three times into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. On a warm spring day in March of 1991 Eric Clapton received a phone call from his wife, Lori. In a frantic voice she told him that their four and a half year old son, Connor, had just accidentally fallen to his death after crawling out of an open ...
... . At any rate, Paul writes this letter to say thank you. It is full of affection, especially in the salutation, not like letters he wrote to other churches, which are often filled with reprimands and even condemnations. But not in this letter. His letter is personal and warm. He writes in the salutation: I thank God for you. I am always praying for you and giving thanks for you. I hold you in my heart, because we are partners of the same grace, both in my imprisonment and in the defense of the gospel. What ...
... patiently, Thurman told his little girls that they could not play there and explained why. This was their first encounter with racism, and they burst into tears. So, much as his grandmother had done when he was a child, Thurman gathered his children into a warm embrace and said to them, “Listen, you little girls are somebody. In fact, you are so important and so valuable to God and so powerful that it takes the governor, the lieutenant governor, and the whole state police force to keep you little girls ...
... in Oslo, Norway. More than 50 track‑and‑field records have been broken over the years at Bislet. No other stadium can boast of this kind of record setting. And it’s not because of the frigid weather in Norway. Runners do not run faster just to keep warm, though that might make sense to some of us. And it’s not the altitude. Wind resistance is no different in Oslo than in most other cities. The secret is the track itself. It is a narrow, six‑lane track, and the stands that surround it are very ...
... realized the passage from life is a tremendous pleasure." Trevino was sitting under a tree when lightning hit. "It bolted my arms and legs out stiff, jerked me off the ground," he recalls, "and killed me. I knew I was dead. There was no pain. Everything turned a warm, gentle orange color. I saw my mama who had been dead for years. I saw other people from my life. It was a newsreel like you read about -- my life passing before my eyes. But it was so pleasant, so wonderful; I felt great. I thought, boy, this ...