First Lesson Sermons For Advent/Christmas/Epiphany
I like the story of the Middle Eastern prince who fell in love with a beautiful peasant girl. Eventually he proposed marriage and she accepted. Such an event should be marked by a gift of rare beauty, so he searched the empire for the most beautiful diamond to give to her. Obviously, the most beautiful diamond demanded a specific box of rare beauty for the presentation of the precious gem. For this he commissioned the royal cabinetmakers to make the most beautiful box in the kingdom for the diamond.
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Christopher Keating Thomas Willadsen Ron Love Mary Austin George Reed Dean Feldmeyer
For September 15, 2019:
Ecological Jeremiad by Chris Keating — Jeremiah’s lament offers a reminder of what it means to participate with God in caring for creation.
Second Thoughts: Where's the Joy by Tom Willadsen — Jesus told parables to the outcasts, but the scribes and Pharisees were close enough to eavesdrop. Perhaps the scribes and Pharisees were Jesus and Luke’s intended audience.
Ron Love Mark Ellingsen Bob Ove Bill Thomas Bonnie Bates Frank Ramirez
Jeremiah 4:11-12, 22-28 Nature sometimes unleashes violent and devastating power that can wreak havoc on people. One such occurrence happened near where I live. On May 22, 2011, Joplin, Missouri was hit by a massive EF5 tornado, 200-plus mph winds pummeling brick and mortar, land and life. The tornado gouged a path through the center of Joplin, killing 161 people, injuring 1,000, and destroying 7,500 homes and business. The city has since rebuilt, but no one who was around then has forgotten that day.
At a very young age, Jamie discovered that he was excellent at Maths. While the other children were struggling through their multiplication tables to find the answer to a problem, Jamie knew immediately. The answer was in his head. He loved the patterns formed by numbers and he could discern beauty in Maths.
The first time I set eyes on that grand old church building was in the cool of a January evening. Since it was in a southern state, there was no chilling cold to make me hurry back into my host's car, so the two of us casually made our way around the empty building. He was a synod president, and I was a churchwide senior staff person on an official visit to his synod.