Tag: Homily

Sacred Spit & Spectacles

The renowned architect Frank Lloyd Wright once told of an incident that perhaps seemed insignificant at the time, but it had a profound influence on the rest of his life.  The winter when he was nine-years-old, he went walking across a snow-covered field with his reserved, no-nonsense uncle.  As the two of them reached the…

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Apostle to the Apostles

Happy Easter everyone! In the Gospel of John, Mary Magdalene was the first to arrive at the tomb nearly 2000 years ago.  Because some of us have heard this story so many times there’s always a danger that the details become like wallpaper in someone’s home you’ve walked into a million times and you now…

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The Delicate Dance of Dinnertime

How are your table manners?  What’s acceptable dinner conversation at your house?  Generally, forboden topics are sex, politics, or religion, right? Apparently, they interfere with one’s digestion.  Hard to do though, right? Growing up at mealtime, my father’s medical talk just about pushed my mother over the precipice. My dad would accept calls from the hospital or patients…

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Salt & Light

When I first agreed to preach today, I thought, sure I can do a children’s homily for youth Sunday, I have taught kids for a long time. Then I remembered I had to do both services, which meant an adult message as well. With the children, we will talk about what Jesus means when He…

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Dream Joseph, Dream

Frederick Beuchner in his book Peculiar Treasures tells a story about Jesus’ daddy — the Dreamer. Thank you very much Fred. Let me paraphrase it here. After hearing Mary’s news and confronted with a nightmare of a marriage,  Joseph does what any self respecting man would do.  He decides to hit the hay and catch some ZZZZ’s.  As…

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Impatience!

If you looked up the word “impatience” in the dictionary, you would see a picture of my dad.😊 When I was growing up, my dad did not like to wait. He would not take us anywhere he anticipated crowds or lines. He would never go to a restaurant without a reservation. When we went to…

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“hist whist”

Leaves turn color. Yellow, red, orange, brown.  Dry, they fly and fall from the sky.  Carpeting the ground, like parchment, they crackle under foot. You can hear them. You can smell them –  the mustiness of the earth. hist whist little goblin. hist whist little ghostling. e.e.cummings. It is that time of year again. As…

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