... long been a common temptation to want to help the underdog, whether or not the individual is in the right. It seems safe to assume Moses, though adopted by the royal family of Egypt, learned enough from his true parents during the years when he was being wet-nursed by his own mother, that he might well have identified with the Hebrews and, perhaps, even secretly offered his allegiance to the Hebrew god. We have very few facts upon which to base a conjecture as to the reason for Moses' action, but it seems ...
... ribbons of flesh. Usually when the soldier in charge feels that the prisoner is near death, the whipping is stopped. This is now the case with Our Lord. Beaten, in shock, half fainting, dehydrated, exhausted, in searing pain, His shoulders, back, ribbons of flesh, the stones wet with His blood, He is now mocked. His crowning with thorns A robe is thrown across His shoulders, a stick is placed in His hand for a sceptre, and He will now be given a crown - of thorns. Branches with long thorns are now plaited ...
... friends, and they shared together in a prayer group in their church. She had great respect for him as a doctor and as a Christian who practiced his faith daily. Later that day she sat in a chair in his office wringing a handkerchief that was already wet with her tears. She explained to the doctor that she could not endure her bereavement. She talked without stopping, and he let her talk. After a while the anxious, rambling questions ceased, and with a new clarity she asked, "Will I ever see my son again ...
... in Jesus. THEOLOGICAL REFLECTION Gospel: John 2:1-11 1. Invited (v. 2). It is significant that Jesus was invited to a wedding feast. It says something about Jesus and the regard in which he was held by the people. A holy man and a prophet might be a wet blanket to the festivities of singing and drinking. Jesus was one who could go to a party and have a good time. He shares in our joys as well as our troubles. Moreover, Jesus was no party crasher. He was invited. Never does Jesus force his way into people ...
... the dishwater.) I got this out of my sink after I washed some dishes. It looks about the same as the water looked after I took my bath. I have also seen this kind of water after washing clothes, or my car. It seems a little dirty, but it is wet. I can pour it, splash in it, and make mud pies with it. How many of you would like to have a drink of this water? (Let them vote.) Now I have another jar of water. (Show them the clear water.) I drew it out of the faucet this morning ...
... mother said every morning. This was because my route took me right past the beach. "If you go to the beach today," she would say on Saturdays, "leave your swimming suit at home." Even when she was with me at the ocean she would allow only my feet to get wet. "Be careful of the undertow," she would warn. "if you fall down, you won't be able to get up again." My mother probably overreacted out of her own fear of the ocean. Nonetheless, her words were to be obeyed. Both she and I knew that. To hear her on ...
... the burden is light and the yoke is easy because our lives are full of meaning and purpose. I remember reading about a man who watched a hard-hat diver plunge again and again into the sea. Each time the diver was brought to the surface, the suit was dripping wet. Inside, however, the man was dry and undamaged and even seemed rested. The man who watched finally said, "Wouldn't it be nice if we had something like that to get us through the waters of life?" I think we do. It is called the yoke of Christ. It is ...
... Carolina, my family would sit on the front porch. We hoped to catch any slight breeze that would cool us off. We would watch the night sky with its stars blinking brightly and the moon shining gloriously and be at peace and contentment, even if wet and sticky from sweat. There were nights, however, in which thunderstorms would shake, rattle, and roll our teeth. Lightning would flash, thunder would roll ("the Lord's corn wagons" was my mother's description) and the rain would pour. I would sit on the porch ...
... done for you at Calvary and all you have to do is repent, come with faith, and claim it as your own. Call if You Need Help A man, passing the same house every day, noticed a man working in his garden, and he was always whistling. Cold or hot, wet or dry, no matter what time of day, he still whistled. Out of curiosity, he stopped at the house to ask him why. As he came up on the porch, he saw a woman in a wheel chair, the man out in the garden at the side of the house ...
... or sixty hours a week (and you thought I was long-winded). Always there was physical discomfort, and danger, but never the absence of God. The frontier Methodist preachers went through storms, wind, hail, snow, and rain on a horse. They lay out all night, wet, weary, hungry, and often cold. Or they slept in dirty cabins, on earthen floors, and proclaimed the Gospel message, "Behold, the Lamb of God." Hard, difficult, and arduous lives they lived, but that didn't mean God was gone. Sometimes I ask God to ...
... we can be sure that all the humanity of Jesus was screaming forth as he said "I thirst." Without question, Jesus was severely thirsty as he hung upon the cross. His cry for a drink is quite normal - very human indeed. It was a cry for something wet to moisten his cracked lips and soothe his parched throat. In Palestine during the afternoon, a warm and oftentimes a scorchingly hot wind blows in from the desert. The heat it generates can wither vegetation when it is at its worst. It always sent people running ...
162. Getting Off the Go-Round
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... . Buttrick's exploration revealed that in the darkness they had somehow gotten off the public road and onto a race track, and had been driving round and round on it for a long, long time. Tired and eager to be home, with a couple of children who were weary and wet and hungry - and here they were going round and round on a race track! Many of us do a similar thing in the directions of our living. Our worship should help us to find out where we are, and to get off the go-round and back on a road ...
... angry. He yelled at the young man, who ran away, embarrassed and ashamed. Da Vinci then turned back to his work, at which point he was painting the face of Jesus. But try as he might, he just couldn't get the face of the Master onto the wet plaster. However, when da Vinci had asked the forgiveness of his young apprentice, he returned to painting the fresco. His genius was restored and he painted the face of Christ without a flaw. My friends in Christ, Jesus comes to forgive our sins. The real struggle is to ...
... died of cancer in 1961, the world considered his death a tragedy, which indeed it was. One of Tom Dooley's books is titled The Night They Burned the Mountain. The setting is the Asian country of Laos in the hot, dry season preceding the wet and rainy monsoons. It was a period of intense fighting between the Communist and Laotian government forces who were supported by the Americans. Late one night, as Dooley was sitting in the main room of his house, he heard a great racket outside. Sensing that something ...
... $3,000 by bake sales and garage sales to donate to charity in her little town in New Mexico. This little girl had a huge smile on her face as she limped along. She kept going, with the huge torch wobbling in her two hands. She became wringing wet with perspiration and slowed almost to a stop several times. As she walked, a strange thing happened. Instead of being five deep along the roadside, the crowd became 10 deep and 20 deep and 30 deep. They had banners saying, "Run Amy Run. Run Amy Run." And people ...
... s glory upon good, solid rock. Rock just like I have seen so many times in Bedford. When I think of sand I think of the many times I played in a sandbox as a child. I remember my cousin Janis had a neat sandbox. We would take our buckets, wet down the sand just enough to make it stick, and mold castles. It seems automatic to want to build sand castles, not houses. Castles are really grandiose houses, aren’t they? When I think of houses I remember our house being built out on Highway 58 near Bedford. Two ...
... game, a nation of basketball fans are singing a dirge about, "Wait until next year." Our east coast lies battered and broken in the wake of stormy fury. Though April showers may bring May flowers, that does not help much when you stand sopping wet in the middle of a cold Ohio Valley spring. The word "April" comes from the Latin word aperio meaning "to open." The Romans observed April when the technicolor cast of thousands of flowers raised their pastel colored heads upward toward the blue Italian skies ...
... debts, as we forgive our debtors." Our unpayable debt has been cancelled by God himself. When we realize how much God has forgiven us for Christ’s sake, how can we but act mercifully toward others? A woman, called a "sinner" by Luke, came weeping up to Jesus. She wet his feet with her tears. She wiped them dry with her own hair. She poured out costly perfume on his feet. She was not shunned by Jesus. In fact, she was held up as an example to Simon the Pharisee. "Do you see her?" Jesus asked. "Do you see ...
... a ship was difficult under the best circumstances, there was little or nothing to eat. For "many a day" neither sun nor stars were visible, while the raging winds continued. No one knew the ship’s position. It stayed afloat, but the discomfort of wet clothing, hunger, and constant pitching and tossing took their toll. Hope was all but abandoned. But there are no hopeless situations; only people who become hopeless about them. Like his shipmates, Paul was weak from lack of food and from the battering of ...
... to be free from the enslavement of the kitchen, or from confinement of a job we don’t like. Airplane companies claim to set us free, and Datsun says the same. There are deodorant companies which promise to set us free from the worry of underarm wetness and odor; a certain toothpaste declares we can be set free from dull teeth. Then we are promised freedom from pain by Tylenol, Excedrin, Bayer, and others. Other products play on our desperation for freedom by telling us we can be free from "ring-around-the ...
... it, that God’s promise of the Spirit is not fulfilled at a one-time experience. The gift keeps coming to us every time we hear or read the Word and receive the Sacraments. Since the Word contains the Spirit, we receive another portion of Spirit just as we get wet hands when we pick up a water-soaked sponge. If these are some of the ways and times when God fulfills his promise of the Spirit, would it not be logical to conclude that the Spirit has come to "all flesh"? Yet, we all know that not every one has ...
... time a preacher asked his bishop how he could get a message from God. The bishop told him to go outside and lift his face to the heavens and wait for a message. It was raining, and the rain fell on his face. After some hours, he returned, soaking wet. The bishop asked him if he learned anything. The preacher said, "All that I learned was what a damn fool I was to stand out there in the rain." "Well," replied the bishop, "what more enlightenment would you need?" It is wisdom to understand what a fool we are ...
... been there, and I expect many of you have, too. But so was Peter, God’s chosen. The Chief Cornerstone, Christ, called him The Rock upon which the church would be built. Remember what happened? What a sight it must have been! The boats were so filled with wet, slippery fish, squirming and wiggling about, jumping all over the fishermen, that the boats began to fill with water from the weight of the catch. And what did Peter do? What great thing did he do when he saw the fish? Shout for joy? Brag about this ...
... the morning with the newspaper and coffee, the radio and the telephone. Home starts to take on a more familiar look and sound. The kids come, the wife or husband returns. Everyone is talking about what a wonderful time they had. The youngest got his sleeping bag all wet in the rain because he forgot to put it in the tent. The daughter had a delightful time at a pajama party and looks very tired today. Must have been up half the night talking. The returning parent has news about the family. Health of dad is ...
... about a fantasy that was lived out by a garbage truck driver he worked with when he was sixteen years old. The man was fifty years old, six feet four inches tall and weighed 250 pounds, while Pat says he was "five feet six inches tall and 127 pounds wringing wet." The garbage man was to be his teacher; he was "large of heart, but small of brain" - a fourth grade drop-out who could barely read or write. He lived out a fantasy - to make his life as a garbage man bearable; as he drove the garbage truck along ...