... negative. As the rehearsal continued, Melissa's friend became more and more embarrassed, feeling clumsy and out of place. Finally she broke from the group. Down the hallway she fled, trying not to be noticed, pretending to read a bulletin board, flushed with tears, mortified, wishing she had never come. Soon footsteps approached from behind. It was Cash Box. The youth pastor edged closer to the scene, concerned over what Cash might say. "Hey, I saw you in there. Don't worry, this song's kinda hard; don't ...
... is privileged to look down, from a superior perspective, upon the actual physical events and observe others standing around. He then is able to see himself acting like a show-off, his wife sitting in a corner covered with embarrassment, and the guests suffering in silence, mortified for him if not furious at the way he has taken over the party. The man was given the chance no longer to be blind but to see through his own fantasies as others see him. Second, Jesus gives him the ability to see into himself ...
... negative. As the rehearsal continued, Melissa's friend became more and more embarrassed, feeling clumsy and out of place. Finally she broke from the group. Down the hallway she fled, trying not to be noticed, pretending to read a bulletin board, flushed with tears, mortified, wishing she had never come. Soon footsteps approached from behind. It was Cash Box. The youth pastor edged closer to the scene, concerned over what Cash might say. "Hey, I saw you in there. Don't worry, this song's kinda hard; don't ...
... , or even horse sense, they do not have it. One time a mother and young son saw an extremely bowlegged cowboy come out of a department store in Texas. The lad exclaimed, "Wow, that is the most bowlegged man I ever saw!" His mother was embarrassed, yes, even mortified. She said, "Son, that is a terrible way to talk about another person. I am going to send you off to school so you will learn to speak with proper language to people." He was sent off to a high-class finishing school, and some years later, they ...
... point in our history, the United Methodist Church needs to take the Holy Scriptures more seriously. I do not agree with those who claim that scripture was tainted by the culture in which it was written or by the maleness of most of its authors. I am mortified by the hatchet job done on our Bible by the widely publicized Jesus Seminar. This is a group of about forty liberal Bible scholars who meet twice per year. They study various passages of the New Testament and then vote on whether they are genuine or ...
... were perfect, you would be impossible to live with. Let's be honest. There have been times when you didn't get the children to church because you were too lazy. The kids have probably heard you call your spouse certain names that you would be mortified to hear repeated in public. They have seen you have temper tantrums that would rival any two-year-old. At one time or another you have violated almost everyone of Dr. Spock's guiding principles. Nevertheless, the Lord can still use you if you let him, just ...
... showed that Cram was actually a millionaire, a philanthropist, in fact, who, wanting to avoid the rigamarole of organized charity work, had simply moved into the loft and set about directly giving food, clothing, and shelter to any bum he could find. Cram’s children, mortified to find their father shabbily dressed and in jail, got him out when he promised to bar drug addicts from his loft. The scandal of living for Jack Cram was that he became a bum to help people most of us would like to forget ...
... . The young man said, "You see, Rabbi, I always go dressed in spotless white like the sages of old. I never drink any alcoholic beverages; only water ever passes my lips. Also, I live a plain and simple life. I have sharp-edged nails inside my shoes to mortify me. Even in the coldest weather, I lie naked in the snow to torment my flesh. Also daily, I receive forty lashes on my bare back to complete each days penance." As the young man spoke, a white horse was led into the yard and to the water trough ...
... Can we then learn from it, even though some of it might be questionable? Of course. During my doctoral studies, one of my professors recounted an experience from his early days in seminary. He had gone out to a small country church for worship one Sunday and was mortified to hear some of the worst theology he had ever encountered coming from a Presbyterian pulpit. As he sat and listened and heard this wrong, that wrong, and the other wrong, he began to wonder how in the world God could ever use this kind of ...
... from physical harm but it was still a lie. Now, let me tell you another story. A middle-aged man was in trouble with his boss. In fact, he had already been given the pink slip. In a few days he would be finished - out the door. The man was mortified. He knew at his age in life it would be difficult to find another job, particularly at the pay scale to which he had grown accustomed. Unemployment benefits would keep his family going for a while, but what would he do when they ran out? He was facing disaster ...
... to Charlene and, with the obligatory twinkle in his eye, asked her what she wanted for Christmas. Without giving her brain time to engage, Charlene blurted out, "Santa, I'm having a hysterectomy next Wednesday, and I'd like swift healing." For a moment, Charlene was mortified at her own bluntness, but Santa looked deep into her eyes and said, "I'll pray for you, and so will Mrs. Claus." Charlene, moved by his sincerity, started to cry. That was just what she needed to hear. As she turned to walk away, she ...
... You haven’t been given a spirit of fear but of a sound mind. Analyze your fears, see them for what they really are. Usually they are imaginary locks on the door of opportunity. Logan Pearsall Smith, years ago, said something about this. He asked, "What is more mortifying than to feel you’ve missed the plum for want of courage to shake the tree?" Can you see the imagery there? Life is filled with plenty of plum trees, but you have to shake the plum tree in order to enjoy the plums. The negative thinking ...
... wrong people. The thick, woolen socks she had made for her poor friend, Hilda, have been sent to her grand-daughter instead. The lovely lace and satin nightgown that she had bought for her grand-daughter has been sent to Hilda! The old woman is mortified because her friend Hilda is plain, poor, simple and unadorned. Such a lovely nightgown would almost seem a mockery of Hilda's plainness. But a few days after Christmas, the old woman receives two letters. The first is from her grand-daughter, thanking her ...
... Thrushbeard took the princess by the hand and insisted that they dance together. As he pulled her toward the ballroom floor, the inner pocket in the princess' dress broke, and scraps of food splattered to the floor. Everyone turned to stare and laugh; the princess was mortified. She turned to run, but King Thrushbeard would not let her go. "Don't be afraid," he said tenderly. "Don't you know that I am your minstrel husband in disguise? I have done all this so that you would love me. The wedding tonight is ...
... , wanting to join in the conversation, remarked casually, "Ah, Mozart. You're so right. I love him. Only this morning I saw him getting on the No. 5 bus going to Coney Island." There was a sudden hush, and everyone looked at her. Her husband was mortified. He pulled her away and whispered, "We're leaving right now. Get your coat and let's get out of here." As they drove home, he kept muttering to himself. Finally his wife turned to him. "You're angry about something." "Oh really? You noticed?" he sneered ...
... can't figure out what's going on here. There was a rich man who had a manager who was cooking the books--lining his own pockets at the rich man's expense. So the rich man gave this rascal his pink slip. The soon-to-be jobless manager was mortified. He said to himself, "What'll I do? . . . I am not strong enough to dig, and I am ashamed to beg." And then this unscrupulous manager hatched a plan. He decided to use his remaining time to make a few friends. Summoning the people one by one who owed the ...
... us today. St. Paul tells us that there is a lot more to life than merely flesh. He writes: "Therefore, brethren, we are debtors not to the flesh, to live after the flesh. For if ye live after the flesh, ye shall die: but if ye through the Spirit do mortify the deeds of the body, ye shall live. For as many as are led by the Spirit of God, they are the sons of God. For ye have not received the Spirit of bondage again to fear; but ye have received the spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father ...
... in the crowd and asked, "Who touched my clothes?" The disciples are mystified by Jesus’ statement. "You see the people crowding against you," they said, "and yet you can ask, 'Who touched me?'" But Jesus kept looking around to see who had done it. The woman is mortified. She thought she could hide in the crowd, but it didn’t work. She’s been found out, exposed. Mark tells us, "Then the woman, knowing what had happened to her, came and fell at his feet and, trembling with fear, told him the whole truth ...
... and the gruesome painting that dominated the entrance to the sanctuary. [That painting] had issued a warning: Remember, Christian soul that thou hast this life and every day of thy life God to glorify, Jesus to imitate, a soul to save, a body to mortify, sins to repent of, virtues to acquire, hell to avoid, heaven to gain, eternity to prepare for, time to profit by, neighbors to edify, the world to despise, devils to combat, passions to subdue, judgment to undergo. (1) Again, Bishop Holloway observed, “It ...
... a people skilled in the ways of peace. Frances Ridley Havergal is the author of well known hymns like "Take My Life and Let It Be" and "Like a River Glorious." As a young woman she had a quick temper, the kind that would explode. Afterward she would be mortified and confess it to the Lord. Then she would lose her temper, again and again. One day after a particularly bad explosion, she threw herself down by her bed and wept. She prayed, "Lord, must it always be so? Will I always have this temper to keep me ...
... seconds, then fixate, and they will tell you what happened on that date. They will also tell you what happened to them on that date, which were often painful memories of their childhood, memories of being teased, or ridiculed, or mortified. You see, the twins are physically deformed and mentally retarded and diagnosed as being schizophrenic. They spent most of their years in institutions. These performances are routines they developed to entertain their fellow patients in the hospitals at talent shows and ...
... fall of egotism to notice how you listen to the praises of other men of your own standing. Until you can listen to the praises of someone else without any desire to indulge in detraction, or any attempt to belittle his work, you may be sure there is an un-mortified prairie of egotistic impulse in your nature yet to be brought under the grace of God.3 I am convinced that the antidote to jealousy is contentment; to be satisfied with what you have, who you are, and where you are. There is a story of a rich ...
... . He splashed a little, and the priest got wet. He splashed some more, and she got wetter. By the time he had finished, his mother, father, godparents and all of those standing around the font were absolutely drenched and dripping and his poor mother was mortified. But as the priest changed into dry clothes at home afterwards, she realized that, in fact, Dylan was the only one there who had the right idea. If the waters of baptism represent God’s love poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, then ...
... fall of egotism to notice how you listen to the praises of other men of your own standing. Until you can listen to the praises of someone else without any desire to indulge in detraction, or any attempt to belittle his work, you may be sure there is an un-mortified prairie of egotistic impulse in your nature yet to be brought under the grace of God. [2] I am convinced that the antidote to jealousy is contentment; to be satisfied with what you have, who you are, and where you are. There is a story of a rich ...
... in a can. I instantly realized that I did not want to spend a moment longer there. So I headed for the door, evidently pushing a guy as I went by. The student looked me straight in the eye, and said, "Over here we say, ‘Excuse me.' " I was mortified to death to be the typical ugly American. A lesson was learned that evening. You never do know what others have to teach you. Today's scripture from the Old and New Testaments shows us how wide the circle actually is of those who believe in God. In fact ...