The story Luke tells in today’s scripture passage is familiar to many of us, as is the conventional conclusion about it: Be Mary, not Martha. That is, don’t just keep busy when you should be meditating or spending deep time with God. But let’s look at the story more carefully and see if that’s really what it is saying. Let’s see, in other words, whether we can rescue Martha from history’s dustbin.
Amos prophesied that the coming year of exile for Israel would also be the worst time to be alive for Amaziah personally. His wife would become a prostitute in the city, his sons and daughters would fall by the sword, his land would be parceled out to others, and Amaziah himself would die in exile.
That’s harsh. Not good. A very bad year for Amaziah.
Surveys today indicate that trust of other people and trust in institutions, and even trust of the church is at an all-time low. Some of you may remember when the journalist and television anchor Walter Cronkite was often referred to as “The most trusted man in America.” In this day and age, in a culture that is politically, racially, economically, and in countless other ways, divided and polarized, trust is not an abundant commodity.
Hooray for Winners! How surrendering is really winning.
He is known as Mr. Green Man. Horribly disfigured in an electrical accident (or a lightning strike, according to some versions), this man with eerily-glowing green skin was said to wander the roads at night and chase anyone he came across. Teenagers looking for a good scare still head out to the area at night hoping to catch a glimpse of the Green Man, but they won’t find him. He passed away in 1985. But he wasn’t a crazed lunatic or ghostly apparition. His name was Raymond Robinson.
Imagine that you have committed a crime, but so far, the authorities have not caught onto you. But to escape detection, you need to move around a lot. You create false identities. You use aliases. You are always looking over your shoulder. You have no peace with the law, and the law has a rap sheet as long as your arm against you. But then, magically, it all goes away. Perhaps the evidence room is destroyed in a fire. Whatever. Just imagine that something’s happened, and now you don’t need to run anymore. You don’t need to worry about getting caught. How good would that feel?
According to a recent Barna survey, more than three-quarters of Americans do not often have spiritual or religious conversations. A meager 7 percent of Americans say that they talk about spiritual matters regularly. But here’s the real shocker: Practicing Christians who attend church regularly don’t do much better than the general population. Only 13 percent of these people have a spiritual conversation about once a week.
How often do you talk about God?
My mother-in-law was a bad diabetic. She always had a large glass of water by her side. I remember her saying, “If they ever bottle this stuff, they will make a fortune.” If she had only lived to see it.
Christians are made, not born. The Christian faith is so odd, so against our natural inclinations, that Christianity can never be a matter of natural development. It is not innate. None of us is born Christian.
Unfortunately, some of the biggest walls we will ever experience are the religious ones. In my efforts at evangelism, in reaching out to the world in the name of Jesus (though it pains me to say this), the greatest impediment to reaching the world and making disciples for Christ has been us, the church.
It pains me to admit it, but apparently, I have passed away. Everyone told me it would happen one day but that’s simply not something I wanted to hear, much less experience. Once again, I didn’t get things my way!
This post-resurrection, rehabilitation breakfast becomes uncomfortable as the dishes are cleared. The joy of the record catch is over. Calling Peter to one side, Jesus shows he’s intent on grilling more than just the fish they’ve hauled to shore. “Do you love me?”
This Sunday, the Chancel Choir and Leap of Faith join forces under the direction of Matt McTeague to bring you a contemporary Easter cantata featuring a blend of new and familiar songs that draw us closer to the passionate love of Jesus. Expressive arrangements by David T. Clydesdale bring a fresh perspective to the Easter story, and narration from Deborah Craig-Claar weaves together the perspectives of Mary, Thomas, and Cleopas to tell of Christ’s great sacrifice.
The Gospel of Jesus Christ is active. If you have not yet realized that fact, then I'd like you to see it this Easter morning. We get some measure of how action-packed the Gospel texts are by the preponderance of verbs.
Even the stones would shout
They’d cry your name aloud
Every bush, every tree
All the water in the sea
Even the rocks would sing
The coming of the King
Every brick in the wall
Would answer the call
Of the Savior who claims
All our fear and our doubt
Even the stones cry out
Even the stones cry out
Suddenly, a restless teenager stood up and shouted, “You can keep your old-time religion! It‘s boring! It all happened hundreds of years ago. So what? How does God bringing our great-great-how-many-times-great-grandparents out of Egypt do us any good now?”
Steve, I don’t believe that God wants me to have cancer, but what I have come to believe during these days is that God can’t do anything about it.
Churches have a tough time attracting young adults—they have so many other, more interesting things to do. In our conference we are closing several churches a year. I say that we are closing these churches, but actually, we are not able to close any church. For a good, long while, churches choose to receive hospice care, and sadly, that is all they seem to want. They think it is better than initiating any kind of change. And then we just become morticians. These churches eventually die. We didn’t kill them. They just die.
There is sacredness in tears.
They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
They speak more eloquently then ten thousand tongues.
They are messengers of overwhelming grief, and unspeakable love.
– Washington Irving
Someone asked on Quora, “As a doctor, what should you never promise to a patient?” The answer came from an M.D. who has worked in an emergency room. He said a doctor should never say, “Everything is going to be fine.” He added, “I was told this in medical school, but for some reason I had to keep relearning this fact over and over again throughout my early career. You can say, ‘We are going to do everything we can.’ You can even say, ‘I think things are going to be fine.’ Just, never, ever promise that everything is going to be fine.”