Sunday, February 20, 2011
No Sermon This Week
I attempted to utilize more notes this Sunday and less of the "written-out" approach. Hence, no post. I apologize. I may try to type it up later this week, but more than likely you'll have to wait till next Sunday. Have a good week and God Bless.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Salt and Saltiness (Sermon 2-13-11)
Matthew 5:13-20
Who else is grateful for the recent turn in the weather? I know we live in Indiana and we ought, by now, to be used to the often dramatic swings in temperature from one day to the next. But I am so glad to be able to be here today, I missed you all last week. And I’m trying to keep myself from becoming too excited about predictions of 50 degree weather for the coming week and the possibility of little to no snow left in our Winter; I’m afraid I might jinx it all if I allow myself to adjust to the idea.
Now, technically speaking, if we were following the lectionary to the T, we would’ve skipped this particular passage from last week and moved on to the next section of the Sermon. However, I simply like this passage too much to do that. Plus, I think last weeks storm gives us at least one useful mental image to think on with today’s passage.
On an average Sunday your typical pastor called to preach upon this passage for the week might get up and ask “what do you think of when you think of salt?” And there could be several potential responses: everything from “McDonalds French Fries” to “my water softner.” We have a lot of uses for salt. But, after recent events, one particular use is probably at the front of our minds: rock salt.
Who else is grateful for the recent turn in the weather? I know we live in Indiana and we ought, by now, to be used to the often dramatic swings in temperature from one day to the next. But I am so glad to be able to be here today, I missed you all last week. And I’m trying to keep myself from becoming too excited about predictions of 50 degree weather for the coming week and the possibility of little to no snow left in our Winter; I’m afraid I might jinx it all if I allow myself to adjust to the idea.
Now, technically speaking, if we were following the lectionary to the T, we would’ve skipped this particular passage from last week and moved on to the next section of the Sermon. However, I simply like this passage too much to do that. Plus, I think last weeks storm gives us at least one useful mental image to think on with today’s passage.
On an average Sunday your typical pastor called to preach upon this passage for the week might get up and ask “what do you think of when you think of salt?” And there could be several potential responses: everything from “McDonalds French Fries” to “my water softner.” We have a lot of uses for salt. But, after recent events, one particular use is probably at the front of our minds: rock salt.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Don't Run (Sermon 1-30-11)
Matthew 5:1-12
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” That’s probably on the top-ten list of things little kids get asked on a regular basis. It’s right up there with “what did you do in school today?” and “can’t you just sit still for a minute?” It’s a cutesy type thing to ask a kid. It’s a fun way of finding out who there current set of heroes are.
Like, when I was a kid, after I gave up on being Superman (too complicated of a process), I wanted to be (in order) a fighter pilot, followed by a short stint as a lawyer, rounded off by concluding my life as a writer. If none of those worked out, I’d settle for being either Indiana Jones, or Sherlock Holmes.
Think about your own list for a moment. What qualified a choice as a good one? Adventure? Respect? Money? All those great and exciting things which are meant to go along with being the “good guy.”
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” That’s probably on the top-ten list of things little kids get asked on a regular basis. It’s right up there with “what did you do in school today?” and “can’t you just sit still for a minute?” It’s a cutesy type thing to ask a kid. It’s a fun way of finding out who there current set of heroes are.
Like, when I was a kid, after I gave up on being Superman (too complicated of a process), I wanted to be (in order) a fighter pilot, followed by a short stint as a lawyer, rounded off by concluding my life as a writer. If none of those worked out, I’d settle for being either Indiana Jones, or Sherlock Holmes.
Think about your own list for a moment. What qualified a choice as a good one? Adventure? Respect? Money? All those great and exciting things which are meant to go along with being the “good guy.”
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