... is going fine, I think it is a good time to have a little trouble in my life." Yet to become sad or mad over these types of problems is to protest the very fabric of the world. It would make just as much sense to protest that water is wet, that snow is cold, and that studying is hard work. So, what else is new? Therefore, react to the down escalator with a smile and walk to the other side. In Christ we have the power to meet annoyance and problems both great and small with patience and joy. God ...
... is like a woman who had been under a psychiatrist’s care for many months. Finally the psychiatrist told her, "I cannot help you any more, but I want you to do something. Go sit at the foot of Niagara Falls for two hours. Stay until you are thoroughly wet from the mist. I want you to do this so you will realize that there is something greater than yourself." A "can do" Christian realizes that Jesus Christ is infinitely greater than one’s self in every way, and thus has committed his life to him. Jesus is ...
... bleak to you? Maria: It is dark for all of us. You, Severus, must work from morning to evening sun. And if we should live to grow old together, our only hope is that our children will be able to feed us in our feeble years. Severus: I am still wet from my baptism and you have now become a prophet of doom. Maria: One does not have to be a prophet of such things. Doom is what we see. I am trying to tell you what it means each time I hear the resurrection story. For whenever it is told ...
... , but I guess my handkerchief is better than nothing. [There is no answer, only another moan.] He looks like a Jew. I hope he doesn’t mind the help of a Samaritan. I’ll take him into town with me. [He wipes the man’s face with a wet handkerchief.] Surely there will be an innkeeper there who will take care of this man. He’s really in bad shape. [They walk around the stage area to where the GREETER has been. The JEW sits down. The GREETER now becomes the INNKEEPER.] THE GREETER: [As the SAMARITAN ...
180. We Want Freedom
Matthew 4:1-11
Illustration
Barbara Brokhoff
... 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 medical companies 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 weather was typical of winter in Oconee County, South Carolina: wet, hazy, and cold. I wheeled my rattling Rambler into the driveway of a small frame house. Walking up the poorly-kept lawn, I shuffled toward a screenless front door. Behind that door I would find two small children walking stark naked through the dirt on the floor. No heat would ...
... there. That meant that four men were missing. We waded out to the edge of the tunnel, shouting to the missing men above the roar, shining our lamps in every direction. Nothing. We struggled back to the higher ground and sat there close to one another, wet, scared, cold to the bone, listening to the torrent pound past. For two hours it rushed by, never slacking, never falling, filling up the worked-out areas below us, then rising to seal off the mouth of the room where we sat. "Looks like we're going ...
... you see 'em?" How would you answer Butch? How does a Christian think, act, and look? Surely, it means more than just having one's name on a church roll. Surely it means more than just trying to keep the Ten Commandments. When the infant church was still wet behind its ears, people were already debating what it means to be a Christian. That question was addressed by the little book in our Bible called Jude. Jude is one of only five books in the Bible that consist of only one chapter. I probably should offer ...
... to God. David led this mighty parade with the 76 trombones and he got so excited he danced with abandon throwing his hat and shirt in the air. His wife was disgusted with this display of happiness and when David got home, she let him have it with the wet blanket. And David said something like this: "I was dancing before the Lord, because the Lord made me king, and I wanted to be happy before him. You may think me ridiculous, but the people loved it, I loved it, and I think God loved it too." And he ...
... me get out of it ... There! ... Here - hang it behind these others. Now let’s get out of here. I’ll stop and tell the clerk nothing suited me. THE LITTLE SISTER one teenage girl, one about 9 GIRL: Oh, dear! There’s the doorbell and my hair’s all wet! I don’t want to see anybody like this. Cindy! Go answer the door and tell whoever it is I’m not home. CINDY: Why can’t I just say you’re washing your hair and can’t come? GIRL: No! Just say I’m not home, Cindy! CINDY: That ...
... ? You remember the story of the old recluse who had a bad leak in his roof. When he was asked why he didn’t repair the leak, he always said: "Well, when the sun is shining, I don’t need it repaired, and when it is raining, it’s too wet to work on it." The story of so many lives. The moments that come and go. I remember a moment that, I suspect, many of us remember, the moment when I had offered to me the opportunity of learning to play the piano. But an hour of practice each day ...
187. NURSE
1 Thess. 2:7; 1 Kings 1:4
Illustration
Stephen Stewart
... t seem to have had any formal training, and she was usually a member of the family or a friend. Nurses who cared for infants fed them, bathed them, dressed them, played with them, and kept the children’s quarters clean. Occasionally they were also wet nurses, when, for some reason, the mother could not suckle her child herself. After the child was weaned, only the royalty and the very wealthy employed a nurse for the child. Nurses also served as midwives. Among the duties of the midwife was the severing ...
188. POTTER
Jer. 18:4; Rom. 9:21
Illustration
Stephen Stewart
... potter would then knead the clay for many hours. Finally, the clay was "thrown" onto the potter’s wheel to be shaped. The potter shaped his clay into its desired form while the wheel revolved counter-clockwise. By jabbing his forearm into the wet clay, the potter could hollow out his object. Upon finishing, the article was then returned to the wheel for removal of excess clay, for smoothing, or for strengthening its bottom so that it would not leak. The piece was then kiln-dried. Decorations, including ...
... said, "You have set the church back fifty years." Billy Graham lowered his head and said, "I'm deeply ashamed. I was trying to set the church back 2000 years." Billy Graham wanted to take the church back to the original faith of the early Church, when still wet with the fresh dew of Resurrection. He was not really worried about that liberal critic. Billy Graham knows that God's evaluation is the only one that really matters. Even if Time Magazine makes you the Man or Woman of the Year, it won't be worth the ...
... need for such sharing is the reason that the small-group movement is booming in the Christian church. If you are not a part of a small group or church school class, seek one right away. One fine spring morning a farmer was out plowing his field. In one particularly wet place, his tractor bogged down. Try as he might, he could not get out. Finally, he walked to his neighbor's house to ask for help. The neighbor came and surveyed the situation. He said, "It doesn't look good, but I'll give it a try. But if we ...
... can make me to walk on the water with you. Do you see that? Peter’s walk on the lake is not the point. The point is he wants to confirm that this ghost on the water is Jesus. Jesus can make him walk; a ghost will only make him wet. Peter knows that the Lord can sustain us. Even in the midst of the storm, when there is nothing but uncertainty. He will take care of you. But I want you to know that faith is a risk taking enterprise. It does not come in a perfect package. I often ...
... to shield his eyes from the spray, and tried to look up at the water coming down. Then he raised his arms up in a gesture that seemed to be one of celebration and joy. When at last he had enough drenching he picked his way back over the wet rocks to the pathway. His soaked clothes clung to him, dripping, and his water-filled shoes made a squishing sound with every step. His face was red and numb with cold, but he was laughing and exuberant. "God, I can’t believe it." He was almost shouting over the ...
... are ..." It’s possible that I would enjoy nature even more if I knew more. Nevertheless, I testify that nature blesses me even in my ignorance, because I have walked with Christ. I understand Eleanor Parjeon when she rejoices in "the sweetness of the wet garden," which is uniquely beautiful to her because it has "sprung in completeness where his feet pass." I want to shout, or to weep, with Gerard Manley Hopkins, "The world is charged with the grandeur of God." I’m altogether sure there is an element ...
... shade of our houses, and talked more of this Jesus and his power over evil spirits, over infirmities, over troubles. My mother heard him speak. My mother - bent double, seated in the door, her head down. And as the driver left I noticed that my mother’s eyes were wet. That brought tears to my eyes, for I knew what fearful hope had crossed her mind in those moments of hearing about Jesus. Jesus came to our town. No one knows why - for we are not on the road to any place. But there he was. One morning we ...
... perceptible. The apostle clearly sees in Jesus Christ the "good news of peace." He sees its reflection in Cornelius. Here in God’s gospel of light all the old dark recesses of hate and suspicion and fear are illuminated, then vanquished. Wet, bloody boundaries between humans dry up and disappear. Secret lusts, closeted passions, hidden and suppressed appetites all surface as the searching brightness of Christ’s love bears in upon human lives. Nothing can long withstand the sharp surgery of God’s ...
... those who believed. They called out every foul name in the book of verbal garbage, and by any human standards I was a fool to stay, an innocent victim of their uncontrollable rage. But God gives patience, and their words affected me no more than raindrops on a wet window. When they had unwound, I calmly said, "I have been in your shoes. I have known what it was to carry an only son for two hours in a hospital room and experience unforgettable closeness. The next time I was near our son, his lifeless body ...
... the wilderness of Canada. It had rained all day. There was water, water everywhere, above, below, and all around. It was not a good environment for depression. His group pulled their canoes up on a rocky island for the night. The trees were dripping: the rocks were wet: the ground was soggy. My friend collapsed on a rock. He didn’t feel like making camp. Why should he go on? Something happened! Just at sunset there came a break in the clouds, a narrow slit of blue sky just above the horizon in the west ...
... the frankness of a little child who has not learned yet to hide her feelings or soften her observations. Listen to the poorly-articulated protests of the disenfranchised and the uneducated. Listen to the perennial advice-giver - even though he may be all wet! Read again the litany of a 22-year-old just released from the psychiatric receiving center, and the creed which was said weekly by brain-damaged and retarded youth in the chapel of the Kansas Neurological Institute - and be instructed. Listen and sift ...
... times they ask, “What should we do?” Each time John says something specific about money and the power it holds over us. When John began to preach, a crowd of people came forward and got baptized. They stood up in the Jordan River, their brows still glistening wet, and John gave them his charge. “Give away your extra coats, so that everybody who needs one can have one. Share your food with those who have nothing to eat.” Now, if you know the writings of Luke, you know this is the very picture of God ...
... choosing people for certain tasks (which I myself am not really sure about), I think God would choose someone a little older than Jeremiah to be a spokesperson, someone perhaps a little more polished, a little more eloquent. This kid Jeremiah is still rough around the edges and wet behind the years, if you ask me. But he is convinced that God’s word has been given to him. He takes this messenger of God stuff very seriously. But it’s hard for me to take. It’s not just his personality, which is so brash ...