Third Sunday in Lent
Second Sunday in Lent
When I make a visit to Chippenham hospital, exiting the parkway at Jahnke Rd. or head to the Presbytery office at the boulevard off-ramp of I-64, I often see someone sitting by the side of the road with a cardboard sign.
Will work for food
Kids at home
Disabled, Homeless Veteran
Anything you can do to help…God bless…
First Sunday in Lent
My all time favorite novel is Victor Hugo’s Les Miserables. In recent years it has had great popularity based on the musical versions, I adore them as well. Yet to sit and read the original novel is to uncover layers of richness to characters and story that don’t fit into the stage versions.
When he was ten years old, Dwight Eisenhower wanted to go trick-or-treating with his older brothers. His parents said he was too young. As he watched his brothers head out, he pleaded with his parents. They remained firm, he was too young. At that, he was engulfed by uncontrolled rage. He turned red. His hair bristled. Weeping and screaming he rushed into the front yard and began pounding his fists into the trunk of an apple tree. He pounded so hard he scraped the skin off, leaving his hands bloody and torn.
Seventy years ago, a Philadelphia congregation watched as three nine-year old boys were baptized and joined the church. No long after, the church sold the building and disbanded.
One of those boys was Tony Campolo, now a Baptist minister and professor of sociology. Dr. Campolo notes, “Years later when I was doing research in the archives of our denomination I decided to look up the church report for the year of my baptism. There was my name and Dick White’s — he is now a missionary — and Bert Newman is a professor of theology at an African seminary.”
Chaim Potok was an intensely religious man; a Jew who explored the dimensions of faith in our lives. As a boy he read Evelyn Waugh’s Brideshead Revisited and from that moment on knew he wanted to be a writer. His mother, on the other hand wasn’t so sure. When he went away to college she said, “Son, now I know you want to be a writer. But I want you to think about brain surgery. You’ll keep a lot of people from dying. And you’ll make a lot of money.” To which Potok responded, “No, Mama, I want to be a writer.”
First Sunday after Christmas
Well today is the day for all those resolutions we make attempting to improve ourselves in the year to come. New Year’s is a natural restart. It offers a symbolic point in time to redirect ourselves.
This new year also heralds an opportunity for Christians to witness a better way than division. To witness to the world the love and care Jesus offered the world. To witness to the peace of Christ.