... if you build up this story so that it has the right effect) At first I looked down and I saw something that kind of glistened in the sun, but I kept covering it up with my shovel and the dirt on my shovel. Well, you probably know what I thought it was. Then my shovel hit something kind of hard and it seemed as if I could see something bigger that glistened in the sun too. I was so excited that I could hardly dig. First of all, I picked up the little pebbles and they were a rich yellow ...
... valleys between the hills until it hits me. What’s behind those hills? Is there anything or anyone beyond that horizon? I never thought to look there before. The hills are so impressive and so overwhelming I forgot there might be something else. After all, this is ... came. Funny how this stuff all comes back to me. Didn’t seem to mean too much then, but maybe it means more than I thought. And look how Jesus is accepting these guys. Well, if he can take them in, why not me? I’m no worse than they were ...
... to his questionable helpmate and said, "The woman you gave me, she made me eat that fruit," to the woman who could literally say, "the devil made me do it," to Herod who could make no decision but send Jesus back to Pilate, to Pilate who thought he could absolve himself by a little handwashing, to you and to me, we have become quite accustomed to passing the buck and shifting the burden of our responsibility to someone else. Our society has not helped us here. While our social scientists have opened doors ...
... said, "Lo, I am with you always." Nanuska closed her eyes and laid her head back upon the hay. It made her warm all over to know that his head had slept on the hay, too. All the discords were gone from her soul. Her thoughts were no longer thoughts of hates that clashed but they were thoughts of love and peace and good will, even for her enemies. How she pitied them because they never knew a God who could sleep on the hay with his people. As she dropped off to sleep even the bellow of the cows and the bleet ...
... He glanced at Dr. Taylor to see that he was suitably impressed. Then he asked Dr. Taylor, "What firm are you with?" Dr. Taylor thought for a moment and replied, "I'm with God & Son." The man looked at him strangely and said, "God & Son?" "That's right," said ... AM. Brad yelled, "Who is it?" A voice replied, "Be sure to have your suitcase out in the hall by 7:00 AM." Brad lay there and thought: surely that guy doesn't know who I am. I am part of a Super Bowl winning team. "But then," said Brad, "It dawned on me ...
... he had received a teaching from the rabbi who walks in the woods, and that this teaching was never again to be spoken aloud. Then he looked at each of his brothers and said, "The rabbi said that one of us is the Messiah." The monks were startled and thought to themselves: "What could it mean? Is brother John the Messiah? No, he's too old and crotchety. Is brother Thomas? No, he's too stubborn and set in his ways. Am I the Messiah? What could this possibly mean?" They were all deeply puzzled by the rabbi's ...
... our God. We are to make God’s will our guide, and God’s glory our goal in life. We are to put God first in thought, word, and deed. In business or leisure, in friendship or career, in the use of money, time, and talents at home or work, we are to ... , there were three young tourists who had come into this very cathedral. All of the young men were rough, rude, and cynical persons, who thought that all religion was a racket. Two of these men dared a third to go into the confessional box and make a made-up ...
... the world would know him by his blasphemy - that he was a false prophet - one who deserved to die. At least, that’s what I thought. But then when he looked into my eyes and said, "Judas, is it with a kiss that you betray the Son of Man?" then I ... ran like a pack of cowards, hiding in the darkness. After all, Jesus wouldn’t miss us anyway. At least that is what we thought. How about you? Do you feel unneeded and unimportant sometimes? Well, believe me, Jesus needs you,just like he needed us. But both of ...
... ? Mary’s song is ours. She sang of the liberation for which we long - in our lives, our family, our daily work. And just as her child’s lullaby began in an obscure locale, so often does liberation begin that way for us. It takes only a word, a thought, a deed to affirm a change in our lives which claims the freedom of the Gospel. Nazareth is a sharp reminder that liberation begins in the small, quiet places. "It only takes a spark to get the fire going," we sing. It takes as little for liberation to ...
... we are told, which, in today’s currency, is well over $10 million. The point is that it was a huge amount of money, quite beyond the reach of the servant to pay. The story is saying to us that forgiveness carry’s a large price tag. Have you ever thought that Jesus did not have to end the parable of the prodigal son the way that he did. We know that as the prodigal comes home, the elder son is jealous and sulks. But what if, instead of going to the prodigal first, the Father had gone to the elder ...
... , sees them part to reveal the Lord "high and lifted up" (Psalm 103:19; cf. Isaiah 6:1). God is still the God of love, only now he is enthroned in an unchangeable realm above the vicissitudes of earth, surrounded by angels (Psalm 103:20). Comforting, indeed, is the thought that from his royal seat beyond the sky the Lord who knows all, sees all, and governs all intercedes on earth in behalf of "all created things," whether they be on the land, or in the air, or at the bottom of the sea. For it means that ...
... he had been killed in a tragic incident, and she was writing to express the pain she still felt. She was writing to express how the sorrow would come out of the blue and tears would fill her eyes. She was writing to express the grief she felt when she thought of a seventeen-year-old boy who never got a chance to fulfill his potential. Most of us know something of what she was talking about. We have lost those we love, and the sorrow and pain is very real. But the promise of the writer of Revelation is that ...
... was thrilled to be so favored by God among women. But it is quite wrong to look solely at the characters in scripture and infer that everyone was happy about the first Christmas. You see, there was another angel who was quite upset that God would do this, who thought it was a terrible idea to let Jesus be born in Bethlehem or anywhere else for that matter. This is the angel our modern Bible doesn’t tell you about. His name was Hector. Hector was a distant cousin of Gabriel’s on his mother’s side, and ...
... to believe the heart. Our knowledge is a torch of smoky pine That lights the pathway but one step ahead Across a void of mystery and dread. Bid, then, the tender light of faith to shine By which alone the mortal heart is led Unto the thinking of the thought divine.1 In six days Christmas is upon us once more. Christmas is God’s affirmation that there is something about humanity worth saving and giving a most precious gift. It is the gift we call Emmanuel - God immanent - "God with us." It is a gift we can ...
... The secret informers that I had located in different places had told me how Jesus had been greeted by a throng of people, waving palm branches and singing, "Hosanna to the Son of David. Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord." At first I thought that mention of someone coming as a king, with a large band of excited followers, could spell trouble. But after all, he only came riding on an ass or donkey. None of my spies had ever given the slightest hint that this Jesus was a man trying to cause ...
... you? Do you hesitate to share your faith for fear of what other people might think? Well, at that moment I didn’t care what anyone thought. I just knew what I had seen and heard. I was convinced that Jesus was innocent and that somehow, in a way I could not ... comfort in his dying hour, other than that sip of bitter wine. So I had to speak. It was too late for Jesus to hear me, I thought, but I wanted someone to know how I felt about him. Do you ever feel that way? Do you long for the courage to stand up, ...
... me, and it won’t be the smartest thing you ever did. Theudas (He stops. Stalking over to his cot and sitting down, he attempts to smooth out the confrontation.) Just trying to make conversation. It seems that while I talk, my words drown out my thoughts ... my thoughts of ... of what they’re going to do to me - er, to us - today. Unless my friends can ... (He stops.) Never mind. What are you thinking about? Barabbas (He stares at him for a moment, as if trying to decide whether to speak. The he stares ...
... not! (Time magazine, February 5, 1979, p. 149.) Beadle is a respected scientist speaking in the same tones of awe and wonder as did the Ancient One to the little boy. And it is a tenet of Christian faith, shared from the beginnings of human thought and meditation, that beyond and before Creation is God. The intent of God holds the process for Order and Reason and Purpose. It is not observed under laboratory microscopes, but it is felt in the heart, and held in the Spirit’s abode. Another story, this ...
... me a son," she prayed, "and I’ll give him back to you." So intensely did she pray that Eli, the high priest, thought she was drunk! She was praying inwardly; her lips were moving, but no words were coming out audibly. Eli went over and ... 1. ____ Samuel was born as a result of prayer. (1:11-20) 2. ____ His mother’s name was Elkanah. (1:20) 3. ____ Eli, the priest, thought Hannah was drunk. (1:13) 4. ____ Eli’s sons were godly, holy men. (2:12) 5. ____ His mother brought Samuel a new hat each year. (2 ...
... he was cast into the den of lions. My mother taught me this little poem, when I was just a child; I’ve never forgotten it. Perhaps it will help you to remember this famous incident: Daniel was a haughty chap, Who would not mind the king; The king, he thought he never heard Of such a naughty thing. So he put him in a dungeon With the lions, underneath. But Daniel was a dentist, And he pulled the lions’ teeth! That isn’t the way the Bible tells it, of course. But we do know that in that dungeon, the ...
... in perfect time with the music. Our hearts were united as we sang chorus after chorus. The Bible camp leader led us in prayer. We added our own prayers. No one wanted to leave the campfire. The moment was just too perfect. "It is well to be here," I thought to myself. I felt as if I had, at that very moment, a glimpse of God’s glory. I wanted to stay beside that campfire forever! Many of you have had a similar experience. I am certainly not the only person to have had a powerful religious experience at ...
... her crucified master. She could not stand to think that someone had done something with his body. She would take it herself. That is what she would do. It was not a very well thought out plan. Where, after all, might a woman go with a dead body on her hands? It was not well thought out at all. Bold, but not thought out. The stranger spoke again. "Mary." he said. She knew that voice instantly. It is interesting, really. Mary did not recognize the man when she looked upon him with her eyes. Her ears, however ...
... sick. His face was radiant, his touch gentle, his voice tender. The villagers saw Christ in Francis that day. Finally, at the close of day, the two returned to the monastery. The younger monk turned to Francis with a puzzled look. "Father," he said, "I thought we were going to the village to preach." Saint Francis looked down kindly upon the young man and said, "My child, we have been preaching; we were preaching while we were walking. We have been seen - looked at; our behavior has been observed; and so ...
... circumstances, something that gives pleasure or contentment. J. Harvey Howells wrote: There is a moment of complete loneliness that comes to everyone every day. When the last goodnight has been murmured and the head is on the pillow, the soul is utterly alone with its thoughts. It is then that I ask myself, "What was the happiest thing that happened today?" The waking hours may have been filled with stress and even distress ... But no matter what kind of a day it has been, there is always a "happiest" thing ...
... is beautiful if we are eager to ennoble it. Every weed is a possible beautiful flower." How similar was the wisdom of the Divine Gardener, our Lord Jesus Christ! When Mary Magdalene first saw the risen Christ in the garden of Joseph of Arimathea, she thought he was the gardener. Maybe that title is closer to the truth than we have realized. "Christ," wrote Paul, "is the wisdom of God" (1 Corinthians 1:24, TEV). In Christ we see the Divine Gardener who considered many a human weed and looked before him ...