We were having this Bible study on the book of Acts, eighth chapter, I think, where Philip is visited by an angel. And someone spoke up, "Angels, angels. What are we to do with all these Bible stories about angels? I've never seen an angel. Nobody I know has ever seen an angel. Can stories about angels be relevant to modem people?" Her question touched my recent experience. I told her about it. Just the day before, a student had made an early morning appointment with me. I knew her somewhat vaguely. "After ...
Whenever I hear this Bible passage, I smell potato soup. One day when I was about fourteen years old, my mother announced we were going to church for something called a “sacrificial” supper. She said it had something to do with the season of Lent. That was curious, too. We were a low-church Presbyterian family. Liturgical seasons didn’t mean much to us. Any talk of Lent didn’t make much sense. At least, not until that night. There we were, one Sunday night in late winter. The fellowship hall was half-empty ...
Some of you will remember a wonderful little Italian film that hit American box offices in 1998 titled Life is Beautiful. Italian actor Roberto Benigni won the Academy Award for this unconventional film that was set in the concentration camps of World War II. According to Newsweek magazine the exuberant Roberto Benigni, in his joy over winning the Academy Award, literally danced over the tops of chairs and leaped on stage to receive his award. Afterwards, when reporters questioned him about this display of ...
From the time man invented fire, we have been both fascinated and afraid of this powerful force. Fire is power, raw, uncontrolled power. And most humans spend the bulk of their lives in a battle to control or obtain power. Whether social power or personal power, we feel our best when we feel in control –of our lives, our surroundings, our relationships, and our world. This is the story of Babel, and it has never gotten old. So, when we contemplate the Light coming into the world during this Advent season, ...
A generation or two after Jesus’ life, when the gospel writers wrote down all their memories, the writers recalled this night differently. John remembered Jesus washing the disciples’ feet — a sign of being a servant to them, a nudge to help them serve others. Matthew, as well as Mark and Luke, all remembered a meal. Both can be true in the heart sense of true, because they call to mind the same thing — Jesus is saying farewell to the people who have been so close to him and giving them a way to remember ...
1906. How Deep Is Down?
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Maxie Dunnam
Maybe it's my age, but I don't have the sense that popular music today addresses the human issues as the lyrics of songs fifteen or twenty years ago did. Glenn Yarbrough sang a ballad that touched the quick of life. How low is lonely? How deep is down? How far is away When you're in a strange town? When your breathing is the night's only sound? How low is lonely? How deep is down? Down. Down. How deep is down? How much is many? How little is few? How much of me has become a part of you? Now that I've lost ...
In 2002, Chris Irwin came out with a book called Horse’s Don’t Lie. In the book, he teaches us to “think like a horse” in order to learn to communicate compassionately and intuitively with these beautiful, strong animals. Irwin is a “horse whisperer,” a practitioner dedicated to developing relationships with horses based in deep empathy, patience, and non-verbal communication. Many of the horses Irwin and others who practice this brand of equine training have come from traumatic backgrounds. Some have been ...
A woman of my acquaintance has thrown away her watch and decided to have nothing more to do with clocks. ''I have freed myself from the tyranny of time," she says. She has had it with bourgeoisie, middle-class punctuality. She will now live as if every day were a vacation at the beach. Something in me would like to be her, free from time's tyranny, measuring time as did my ancestors -- through the gentle passage of seasons, sunrise and sunset, not seconds, minutes, hours, punching in and punching out. I ...
Power fascinates us. The powers of nature both terrify us and intrigue us. Tsunamis, storms, lightning, hurricanes, the devastation of a tornado, the movement of glaciers. These and other events remind us that we humans are no match for nature’s power. But these are not the only powers that threaten to overwhelm us. The advent of technology has unleashed new realizations of how limited we are as human beings. AInow harbors the potential for power that we can’t really comprehend. We really have no idea what ...
“But for you who revere my name, the sun of righteousness shall rise with healing in his wings.” Malachi 4:2 In 1947 postwar Scotland, the First International Festival of Music and Drama was conceived by a group of artists wanting to rejuvenate the cultural milieu. The war had decimated many of Europe’s cities known for the arts, and people were exhausted from the fear, terror, and grief caused by the war. Those who organized the festival sought to reunite the international community through art. In doing ...
I don’t know about where you live, but it seems that this past year, with all of the beautiful weather we’ve had, that road crews flourished! No matter what direction you took, sure enough, a road crew was sure to be blocking part of or the entirety of the road there! “Detour” signs appeared everywhere! Detour here. Detour there. At one point, I had to completely circle the town to drive what should have taken two blocks, due to a complete road closure near my home. Although road closures can feel ...
During the nineteenth century, all Oxford graduates were required to translate a portion of the Greek New Testament aloud. Oscar Wilde was assigned this passage from the passion story of Jesus. His translation was fluent and accurate. Satisfied with his skill, the examiners told him he could stop. But he ignored them and continued to translate. Several times more they tried to call a halt to his reading. Finally he looked up and said, “Oh, do let me go on! I want to see how it ends!” We need to read this ...
The Window [Tell of how, in bearing the heavy cross of their particular illness or debilitation, their focus was on us and not themselves, how they somehow managed to remain positive and endearing.] A most moving story was penned by G.W. Target, entitled The Window. Its setting was a hospital room which had two beds at opposite ends of each other and one window. The window was placed in such a way that only one patient in one of the beds could look and see out the window. Two patients in that particular ...