... in the narthex. No one said that what he did was evil or false. But they were no less angry. Everyone agreed. His act was out of place. A few months ago we brought fifty paintings and thirty pieces of sculpture into this Chapel for a Lenten Art Show. “I thought you said this was religious art,” he grumbled. “Well, it is. Biblical people didn't wear as many clothes as we do.” This man is no Philistine. He's not down on art. It's just that Duke Chapel is not the place for modern art. It's out of ...
... to do that in a remarkable way. Quarreling between her two sons prompted one mother to rush to the kitchen. Eight-year-old Bobby and four-year-old Jackie were having a tug-o-war over a cookie jar. Only one cookie remained in the jar, and each boy thought it was his. Taking the cookie jar from the two youngsters, the mother calmly announced, "I'll solve the problem for you. I'll eat the last cookie myself." The boys looked up at their mother in unbelief. Then the four-year-old, with a mischievous grin on his ...
... , which is major town economic bedrock. Rudy always wanted to play football for the University of Notre Dame. There were a couple problems. First, he was short, lacked strong talent, and he had difficulty in school due to dyslexia. His family and girlfriend all thought that he would fail in this venture. At age 22, when his best friend Pete died in an industrial accident, Rudy set out to pursue his dream. He discovered he was woefully unqualified to enroll in the University of Notre Dame. However, a local ...
... and adherence set to our own set of rules, assumptions, or even whims. Even more so, how easy it was to deem some people acceptable and others upside down crazy simply due to their thoughts or affiliations. When and how did we as “socially interdependent animals” become so blatantly un-relational? I thought. Surely there must be more to us as human beings than which political party we might subscribe to. Or have we all gone mad? Perhaps we have. Certainly, the chaotic soup of our current culture ...
... were there just to protect themselves. We were all hoping and praying that, somehow, God might use John to bring peace. Those in the robes just wanted to find out if John was someone they needed to get rid of like they had gotten rid of the others. Again, I thought for a second about moving down there and “accidentally” bumping one of those guys into the water, but I didn’t. But I sure wanted to! When I finally got close enough to get a good look at John, I wasn’t sure what to think. I don’t know ...
... how we feel about the same sort of rejection. Jesus knows how a person who is no longer on the sports team, cheerleading squad, or working for the major employer in the community feels when their best efforts are rejected, and are left alone without the people they thought to be their friends. The words of Jesus remain intact, “…he who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day. For my flesh is food indeed, and my blood is drink indeed. He who eats my ...
... here, is a lot easier to deal with! All we can do while we await Christ is to be ready. I saw a bumper sticker once that said, “Jesus is coming; look busy.” And that’s where the disciples were and where the rest of the people who thought of Jesus as a forerunner were. But Peter identified that Jesus as the Christ, the Messiah — the one they had been waiting for, had arrived. And it’s not what you’d expect, Jesus didn’t say, “yes” or “no” to Peter. It said, “He sternly ordered them ...
... of the sick man. At the end of two weeks, the sick man astounded the guards by recovering well enough to be able to return to work. He even survived the entire camp experience and lived to tell about it. His buddy, however ― the strong man all thought invincible—died very shortly of malaria, exposure, and dysentery. He had given his life to save his friend. The story did not end there. When Allied troops liberated that camp at the close of the war in the Pacific, virtually every prisoner was a Christian ...
... no dream here, only an incessant heart hunger kept awake by an unrelenting nightmare. But Jesus’ life among us, and his awful, horrible, scandalous, beautiful death somehow bound heaven to earth, God to humanity, eternity to time. We are not forgotten. For the one who thought us into being has become fully a traveler with us. He lived our life — he died our death — and we cannot be forgotten. The Funerals Continue So we go on with our own lives and deaths. My memories of my great-grandmother Bolt are ...
... connection with the law written within us in our everyday actions and our everyday interactions with one another. Jesus reminded us that the thought of the sin, the attitude of the sin, is as egregious as the sin itself. Thus it is our attitude that we need ... our hearts that the divine will of God and the human will intersect. I don’t know about you, but I recognize that my thoughts are sometimes more human than faithful. When I am driving and I am cut off in traffic or I am following an exceptionally slow ...
... the disciples didn’t have windshields and rearview mirrors, but Jesus was trying to teach them the same thing by saying to a would-be disciple, “No one who puts a hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God.” I wonder what Jesus thought of all the looking back the disciples were doing. And I wonder how much of it was sharing memories and how much of it was wishing for the day before, the minute before, when Jesus was still with them. I wonder if Peter wished he would have a chance ...
... ! Everyone was in awe of him. He was obviously a powerful, authoritative speaker. His understanding of scripture was astounding. He offered God’s love and hope. He healed and cared for those around him. Even his fellow rabbis and contemporary colleagues revered him and thought highly of him. Until that day in his own town of Nazareth, no one had opposed him. Note that his opposition did not start with others. It started with those who knew him best.Later, that same dynamic would repeat itself when his own ...
... savings. Next year I think I’ll do twenty envelopes. And you know the best part? Half of those people came and spent most of that money in my store, just as I thought they would.” The pastor felt sick in his stomach as he realized that what he had thought had been a warm, act of kindness, was a well- thought-out, deliberate act of using those ten people to further build this man’s own wealth. I don’t believe Jesus is saying there is anything wrong with having wealth, food, pleasure, and recognition ...
... a victim. Suddenly everything had changed. Helen could not go to college; she had to get a job to support her mother. For the next ten years, Helen worked at an electrical utility; a simple, repetitive cog in the company machine. Just when she thought she was destined to remain lonely and unmarried, young Franklin Rice stepped in. He was a dashing entrepreneur, an up- and-coming banker. When they married in 1928, Helen’s future was bright with promise. A year later, though, the stock market crashed, and ...
... are talking about a holy spirit, indeed, the Holy Spirit. So, how shall we speak of this Holy Spirit? Talk About Spirit Let us speak first of spirits in general, those of the not-so-holy kind. No, no I’m not speaking of ghosts or haunts. I thought we left that behind. Please, try to keep up. Rather, I’m speaking of the spirits we speak of and accept as not just harmless but benevolent, even good on a near daily basis — spirit in the common, everyday sense. The Cambridge Dictionary tells us that spirit ...
... ?” (Psalm 13:1). We find in the scriptures what appears to be contradictory feelings about seeing the face of God. The thought of looking on God’s face is a terrifying prospect said the Old Testament writers; yet if God’s face is turned ... in a mirror dimly, but then we will see face to face (1 Corinthians 13:12). Face to face. It’s a frightening thought. It’s a blessed thought. No matter how average or unusual, how beautiful or homely, how marked by age or trouble are your faces and mine, they are ...
... lamb symbolized innocence? Perhaps. The sacrifice of young animals, especially lambs, goes way back in human history. Slaughtering a lamb was thought by many ancient peoples to be a means of appeasing the gods. In ancient Israel, sacrifice of animals was part of the ... it as gallows humor — as a derisive joke. But the joke, it turned out, was on Pilate and ultimately on all those who thought they and their kind were in charge. In the end, the victory belongs to God. The apostle Paul said it best. God’s ...
... -nimble Sunday is it, Dr. Willimon?” “Shut up and sit down," I said. In love. From there, everything that could go wrong, went wrong. I was as glad to get that service over with as I was to leave army boot camp. “I've had it," I thought. “There have got to be easier ways to make money.” Then, after nearly everybody had stumbled out, “Nice try, Dr. Willimon. You'll probably be better by Fall." “Shut up,” I said. In love. After everybody had left, there were these three young women who came to ...
... honor him. Silently I watched you sleep, the tears I've shed I'm sure you knew. You lived a life so good and true, I wished I were as good as you. Not once complaining, you were so brave and now I know that you are safe. You always thought of others first, never thinking of yourself. Your sister, brother and aunt you loved, whenever they came your eyes would light up. Your special friends you loved them too, they always meant so much to you. Randy and I were so proud to have had you. You always put us ...
... missed a call from the vet's office. When the vet came out to speak with them, he was carrying Cocoa's collar and tags but Cocoa was not in sight. They knew immediately. Unexpectedly, Cocoa had died during the night. Perhaps the poison had been stronger than originally thought. Perhaps Cocoa did not have any more fight left in his tired body. Perhaps it was just his time. They had been prepared to love him for longer than two years, but it wasn't meant to be. That night as their oldest son prepared to go to ...
... . "Hey! Would you look at that!" she called to her friends. One of the women said, "What a wonderful gymnast he is. I'd pay him $100 to perform for our aerobics class." The hostess opened the window and called to the fellow raking the grass to ask if he thought his friend would like the job. The man yelled to his partner to ask him, "Hey, Fred! Do you think for $100 you could step on that rake one more time?" Just so impossible is it to imitate or duplicate the events of Pentecost in our day, but we do ...
... them that those who serve God are often misunderstood, abused, and reviled. Such was the treatment of many of the prophets of old; therefore, the poor among Jesus' disciples are following a noble heritage. But what of the rich, the satisfied, the lighthearted, the well thought of? For what reasons are woes pronounced upon them? They can so easily become self-satisfied and feel that they are deserving of their good fortune. They can get caught up in things as they are and see no need for change or growth ...
... ." But it was not to be. The raging river inundated their home as well. The basement filled with water. But that was not the end of it. Water rose up four feet high on the main floor of the two-story house. At first Tom and Donna Starr thought they could ride out the flood safe in their home. They soon realized, however, that their lives would be endangered if they tried to wait out the flood in their house. They would have to abandon everything they held dear. Then another shock wave hit them. Could they ...
2274. A Man Who Would Be God
Luke 4:14-30, Luke 9:28-36, Luke 3:21-38
Illustration
Richard A. Jensen
... home again. He found China much to his liking except for one thing -- one thing that he had not expected to find. He thought the great Chairman Mao Tse-tung was dead and gone. Not so. It seemed like he ran into the image of the Chairman at every turn. ... Tom knew that Chairman Mao had written The Little Red Book as a kind of "bible" of his thoughts. Tom assumed that The Little Red Book was a thing of the past, tucked away with memories of the Chairman. But it was not so. ...
2275. When The Light From Heaven Does Not Flash
Acts 9:1-19a
Illustration
Richard A. Jensen
... the help and guidance I can get." "What decision is that?" Bridget asked. "About my future, Bridget. You know that I've just finished medical school. That's been my goal for any number of years now. So I've finished. So what? What do I do now? I never thought this would all seem so hard and complicated. I've got an offer to join a team of physicians in Tampa, Florida. But I've also been invited to do a residency program in Internal Medicine. I'm really torn between these two offers. All I've ever wanted to ...