The task before us that afternoon was simple enough. The newly remodeled church lounge had a wall which needed a picture; everyone agreed it should be a portrait of Christ. The question was - what should Jesus look like? Five hundred years before Christ's birth, Isaiah had predicted he would have "no form or comeliness that we should look at him, and no beauty that we should desire him." Except fo...
Nothing Can Separate Us This sermon was preached at the funeral of a radiant and faithful churchman. His death followed a long illness during which he was cared for at home by a loving family. Separation - it's a mournful, frightening word. Separation is the first step in ending a marriage, the dread of every mother taking a small child into a crowd, the heart of loneliness. Separation is the wors...
The window into my childhood sometimes opens for me. I can catch glimpses of scenes from the past. The image most vivid is of two small boys - my best friend and me - sitting on the steps of my back porch. Our conversation is always the same. It begins when one asks the other: "What are you going to be when you grow up?"
The answers then are much like the answers children give today. "What do you...
