Amos 5:18-27 · The Day of the Lord

18 Woe to you who long for the day of the Lord! Why do you long for the day of the Lord? That day will be darkness, not light.

19 It will be as though a man fled from a lion only to meet a bear, as though he entered his house and rested his hand on the wall only to have a snake bite him.

20 Will not the day of the Lord be darkness, not light- pitch-dark, without a ray of brightness?

21 "I hate, I despise your religious feasts; I cannot stand your assemblies.

22 Even though you bring me burnt offerings and grain offerings, I will not accept them. Though you bring choice fellowship offerings, I will have no regard for them.

23 Away with the noise of your songs! I will not listen to the music of your harps.

24 But let justice roll on like a river, righteousness like a never-failing stream!

25 "Did you bring me sacrifices and offerings forty years in the desert, O house of Israel?

26 You have lifted up the shrine of your king, the pedestal of your idols, the star of your god - which you made for yourselves.

27 Therefore I will send you into exile beyond Damascus," says the Lord , whose name is God Almighty.

MONEY MATTERS
Amos 5:18-27
Sermon
by Edward Inabinet
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A pollster was taking a survey of how much of people''s

income goes to different kinds of spending. The person being interviewed said,

"I spend 40 percent of my income on housing, 20 percent on clothing, 40

percent on food, and 20 percent on transportation and amusement." The

pollster said, "But sir, that adds up to 120 percent." The reply was,

"I know it!"

Some of us, when the credit card bills come due, are

probably discovering that we are spending at least 100 percent of our income.

As one man put it, "From the time an infant first struggles to get his

toes in his mouth, life is a continual struggle to make both ends meet."

Or as somebody else put it: "They say it''s better to be poor and happy

than rich and miserable. But couldn''t something be worked out, like being

moderately wealthy and just a …

by Edward Inabinet