Some things can be difficult to explain. It’s hard to describe color to one who was born blind, or the size of the ocean to one who has never seen it. Just as daunting is the attempt to explain the experience of knowing God’s love to one who has never received it, especially when His love is infinitely beyond the ocean and is impossible to measure
More than once when I’ve been reading Romans 10:2 I’ve been struck by what it says: “I can testify that they have a zeal for God, but it is not enlightened.” That’s amazing and wonderful, because I keep running into zealous people who are ignorant of the gospel.
Ever since moving to Walla Walla almost 12 years ago, Labor Day Weekend with the fair and rodeo has been something I have looked forward to. It’s a great weekend. It is a time to reconnect with people and parts of our community. Among the things I look forward to seeing are the 4-H and school exhibits, people’s great photography and hand work.
Last October I toured privately in Israel. I entered the West Bank twice, using two very talented Palestinian guides. One of the Palestinians was born into a Christian family near the border of Lebanon. He showed me on his smartphone what Islamic terrorists in Syria were currently posting. The image was of a teenage Christian Syrian girl. They declared that she had been raped and cut with knives.
Kindness is like a soothing ointment that softens and heals broken hearts and troubled lives. Surely, all of us have been the beneficiary of the kindness of others. That kindness is most welcome when we are tired, frustrated, hurt or alone – especially when we experience those emotions from the hurtful actions of others.
I think it’s time for one of us pastors to be frank: the story of Jesus dying on the cross somehow making us immortal is a bit weird.
St. Paul’s Episcopal Church, where I serve as rector, this year is celebrating the 150th anniversary of its founding.
After doctors, nurses and staff, perhaps pastors make the most visits to hospitals.
You don’t have to be much of a Bible reader to realize that, in the Gospels, there is not just one account of the Resurrection. On Easter Sunday, we might hear the story about the women going to the tomb and their not telling anyone, or about Mary Magdalene suddenly recognizing a resurrected Jesus.
“Give me liberty, or give me death.” These are the most famous words of Patrick Henry.
God bless America. It might seem to some like an easy statement to make, and for many years, I think most every American could easily say it and feel good about saying it.
One day a farmer told his wife that he would be going out to plow in the field the next day. He got up early in the morning so he could service the tractor. He needed more oil, so he went to the shop to get it. On the way to the shop he noticed the chickens weren’t fed. So he proceeded to the granary, where he found some sacks of feed.
Growing up as a child I had two fathers, a biological father and a foster father. My mother died two days after I was born, and because I was a twin, my brother and I desperately needed someone to take care of us while my father worked, and we were placed in the home of friends. This arrangement was supposed to last a few weeks until my father could get things sorted out, but it lasted until I graduated from high school.
“... And hath raised us up together, and made us sit together in heavenly places in Christ Jesus:” — Ephesians 2:6 In our modern day efforts to make the Gospel palatable, inclusive and relevant, we have shortchanged ourselves of the holiness and majesty of God, particularly in the area of music. That which from old time went before the battle and ushered in the presence of the Lord (II Chronicles 5:13; 20:21) now has itself become the battle, even repelling the very presence of the Holy Spirit in the church.
Cattle guards. We had a cattle guard at our driveway entrance when I was growing up. My foot got caught in it a few times when I wasn’t paying attention. Our cow wouldn’t cross over the grate, but she had no problem pushing over the split-rail fence in her pasture to go see other cows down the street.
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