... do it, Job? Who tells the dawn to break and the night to fall, and how does it happen, Job? How does the wind work, Job? How many clouds are there, Job?" One unanswerable question after another with our hero finally responding, "Uh, uh, uh...Gee, Lord, I guess are lots of answers I don't have." And the Lord says, "BINGO, Job! And there are some answers you will NEVER have." I like the way Dr. Albert Winn, a wonderful pastor and former President of Louisville Seminary, deals with this issue.(3) He notes that ...
... away, and they were driving each other nuts! Fortunately, they worked out their passing difficulties and settled into a delightful relationship. Lord, "So teach us to count our days that we may gain a wise heart." We have had forty years together at St. Paul. I guess that qualifies us as middle aged. As we mentioned earlier, some have noted that this congregation is lots "grayer" now than back in those early days. Of course we are. Thank goodness. We LIVE longer now than back then. But that is no excuse to ...
... the clubs. I can identify with the golfer who had a terrible day on the links. On the last hole he actually went into a tantrum, cursing and swearing, and beating the ground with his club. Finally recovering himself, he looked woefully at the caddy and muttered: "I guess I'll have to give it up." "Give up golf?" asked the caddy. "No, not golf," he said sorrowfully, "the ministry." No danger there for me. As I have grown older, I am less intense in my approach to the game. Sadly, I do not get to play that ...
... I cried out, `This is he of whom I spoke. He who comes after me is preferred before me, for he was before me.' It was a turning point in my ministry. "The very next day, two of my disciples were standing talking with me when Jesus came by. I guess they could see the smile beginning on my face, and they looked at me with questions in their eyes. I said, `My friends, the one you see there is the Lamb of God.' They were good men. They had repented of their sins...and along with all of us, had ...
... .” Miraculously, he heard that same small clear voice that he knew so well. “Information.” Paul hadn’t planned this, but suddenly he blurted out: “Could you please tell me how to spell the word “fix?” There was a long pause. Then came the soft answer: “I guess your finger must be all healed by now.” Paul laughed. “So it’s really still you. Do you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time when I was a little boy?” “I wonder,” she said, “if you know how much your ...
... folks you know are effectively UNchurched. They may have their name on a church roll somewhere, but they have not been to church for at least six months for anything other than a wedding, a funeral or a Christmas or an Easter (we have some on our own roll). I guess the analogy might be that these are fish who have jumped out of the boat and need to be "caught" again. The good news is that there are gracious plenty out there. No need to worry that there are no fish in the sea. Another basic: it helps to know ...
... you about my grandmother, a shy and sensitive lady who lived to be just three weeks shy of her 100th birthday. When she was a young girl, about ten years old or so, somebody told her that she had a terrible singing voice. Now, most of us, I guess, would not let that remark bother us particularly, but it did bother grandmother. Ten years old is a tender age. It bothered her so much that, for the remaining 90 years of her life, she never sang another note. I have no idea whether Grandmother had a good voice ...
... been just over 2. Some folks sat in bumper to bumper traffic for miles and miles. As we headed back it was astonishing to see all the disabled cars at the side of the roads. Not old junks either - luxury cars like Volvos and Saabs, BMWs and more. I guess many just overheated. Out at the motel where we camped out we were lucky to have reservations. People were coming in who had driven as far north as Atlanta and had headed back because there were no rooms. At 4:00 we were told the closest available rooms ...
... with faith that is not nurtured in his native tradition, he has to acknowledge its validity, and through the encounter learns that divine love knows no boundaries, racial or otherwise. This was a LEARNING EXPERIENCE for him. Do you buy THAT? I guess I could LIVE with that one (although not enthusiastically). How about some other possibilities? OK. Other commentators say that this bantering back and forth between Jesus and the woman was merely the Lord's way of teaching something. By his initial reluctance ...
... text. For this passage there are titles such as "How to Walk on Water," "Get Out Of The Boat," "Stepping Out, Taking The Risk," "Look Up!," one called "How NOT to Walk on Water," plus a number of others. Without having read through them all, I would venture to guess that many would take the tack of celebrating the supernatural power of Jesus in being able to walk on water, how foolish Peter was to take his eyes off Jesus, to waver in his faith, and then challenge us never to lose sight of the Lord if we ...
... , not even death, can separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord. Some months ago, a college student came to see me. He had come home from college because his grandfather was critically ill. He came into my office, sat down and said, “I guess I’ve been fortunate. I have never experienced the death of someone close to me, but now my granddad who had always been my hero is dying. He doesn’t have much time left. The people at the hospital say, ‘It’s hopeless,’… but you and others ...
... basic social services and eradicate poverty. This, the UN report estimates, is equivalent to the net worth of just seven billionaires. The net worth of 10 billionaires, according to the report, is worth 1.5 times the combined national income of the 48 least developed countries.(1) I guess that let's us off the hook, eh? None of us are in the Bill Gates or Ted Turner category. We are not WEALTHY! Not if we look at those with more than we have. But if we change the perspective a bit, and look at the countless ...
... than others, of course. Ask Mary. She surely got a MAJOR surprise. There she was, doing the dishes or sweeping the floor or sitting engrossed in the latest Harlequin Romance or whatever young Israelite girls did in those days when suddenly appeared the Angel Gabriel. "Guess what's going to happen to you, Mary." Surprise! I wonder what Mary thought when she heard the news. Her first reaction was practical - she was not naive and knew where babies came from, so she asked, "How will this be, since I am a ...
... on the internet was news you can use.(1) Now available: an eight-inch hand-painted "Jesus Bobble Head", designed to sit in the space on a car's back shelf. The manufacturer says, "Of course, nobody knows what Jesus really looked like, but this is our best guess since we know he had a head that moved." Yup. I think I'll pass on that one, but I know I'd better get busy. This will be "Decorating for Christmas Week" around the Leininger house - tree up, ornaments on, lights everywhere, manger scenes out and ...
... have to share; then Jesus confronted them with these meager morsels, and they were more or less shamed into digging into their own picnic baskets (or whatever they had) and finally doing the sharing that they should have done in the first place. I guess that is possible, but I would not bet the farm on it. To be honest, I am content to remain blissfully ignorant of the details, just happy to celebrate a special moment...a miraculous moment...with all those people there in that countryside outside Bethsaida ...
With a title like "A Tale of Two Sisters," I guess this should open with something like "It was the best of times; it was the worst of times." But it was neither. Unusual, to be sure. Even a little exciting. After all, these were the days of an itinerant rabbi called Jesus of Nazareth who was attracting quite a bit ...
... in Iraq are absolutely not better off than before. I am sure they would agree with the old Welsh woman who, when asked if she were looking forward to life after death, replied, "If it's anything like this life, I want no part of it." That, I guess, is why some want to say there is no literal Hell. We have enough Hell already. The problem is that words about Hell ARE there in Holy Writ, and if we take scripture seriously, we cannot simply pick and choose among the teachings we like and the teachings ...
... skin diseases. Unclean. The Hebrew people had a thing about skin diseases. Even sacrificial animals - goats or sheep or doves - that happened to have a mottled or blemished coat were routinely rejected from the Temple rituals (good thing for the animals, I guess - it saved them from the slaughter!). But human beings whose body's outer "coat," as it were, happened to be blotched or mottled or visibly birthmarked were often equally rejected. Their condition was seen as a mark of divine judgment. They were ...
... , and, fighting back tears, said, "Deanna, Kristy, Mikey, let me start over. Do you have any idea how much Jesus loves you right now?" And Matthew Woodley shared the story of Jesus’ love with those three children in the park. As you might have guessed, Matthew Woodley never left the ministry. That day in the park brought him face-to-face with the loving, compassionate God that he had forgotten about. It reminded him that ministry wasn’t about pleasing people, or having a big church, or preaching the ...
... be present this Lord's Day and each Lord's Day following. I will not by choice miss services again. Sincerely... P.S. Would you please tell your secretary that there is only one `T' in dirty and no `C' in Skunk." I do not guess too many of us would take that approach either. The problem is that most Christians, especially those of us from relatively conservative mainline traditions, take no approach at all. Evangelism is the "E" word; there is something mildly disreputable about it. We feel uncomfortable ...
I do it for all of you, so I guess I ought to do it for the church, right? Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday, Dear Chur-urch, Happy birthday to you. Amen. OK, let's do it up right. If this is the church's birthday, there ought to be a party, true? One would ...
... number 138." The good people turned to the hymn, and in a few seconds were aghast to find themselves singing: Hark! the herald angels sing Beecham's pills are just the thing; Peace on earth and mercy mild, Two for man and one for child. (1) I guess the fear of the over-commercialization of Christmas is older than we thought. St. Paul, in our lesson from the Epistle writes, "Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, Rejoice. Let all men know your forbearance. The Lord is at hand. Have no anxiety about ...
... polar bear spent many, many months in that particular cage with those bars that restricted its behavior in that way. Eventually a naturalistic environment was built around this cage, on-site. When it was finally completed, the cage was removed from around the polar bear. Guess what happened? That's right. It still paced back and forth as if the cage were still there.(6) There are many people who are simply pacing back and forth in life. They have no idea that Christ has removed the cage of our estrangement ...
... one day and Mr. Darrow began to reminisce.. He talked of his career and some of the famous trials in which he had been the lawyer for the defense. He said, "This has been an exciting life." He had made at least a comfortable fortune and modestly he guessed he might be regarded somewhat of a success. Then Mr. Darrow asked, "Would you like to know my favorite Bible verse?" His friend said, "Indeed I would." Mr. Darrow said, "You will find it in Luke 5:5 (our lesson for the day): "We have toiled all the ...
... trespass against us...' has taken on a whole new meaning." Forgiving our enemies is the first step toward loving them. You say, "But pastor, what she did to me was too horrible. I can't forgive." And I ask, who is your anger and resentment hurting most of all? My guess is that it is worse on you than it is your enemy. Why not begin with a clean slate from this day forward? Why not clear the decks and make a new start, today? 1. George Burns, WISDOM OF THE 90S, (New York: G. P. Putnam's Sons, 1991), pp ...