I recently preached a sermon titled “Being an agent of hope, in a pain filled world” to the youth / young adults congregation at church. I thought you might like to have a listen to it. Let me know what you think.
I recently preached a sermon titled “Being an agent of hope, in a pain filled world” to the youth / young adults congregation at church. I thought you might like to have a listen to it. Let me know what you think.
This was done late on Friday afternoon, the day of preparation, as the Sabbath was about to begin. As his body was taken away, the women from Galilee followed and saw the tomb where his body was placed. Then they went home and prepared spices and ointments to anoint his body. But by the time they were finished the Sabbath had begun, so they rested as required by the law. (Luke 23:54-56 NLT)
By now, the sun has set, and the first day of the week has begun. The disciples, the strongest of men, working men, mighty men, representatives of the tribes of Israel, were cowering in a room somewhere, yet the women were in wait, in the open, to take the last care of the body of their Lord.
At one point, he kind of turned to me and he said: So, how do you think it’s going? And I told him … I said, I’m not sure I really understand how you’re feeling about things, and I don’t understand how you’ve lived with all of this loss. And he heard that, and he didn’t say anything at the lunch table. He moved on. And then he went upstairs and he took a rest. And then he came down about an hour later, and he said there’s something I want to talk to you about. And that was when he told me how he had dealt with it all the years. And he described it as being in a state of restlessness and always trying to keep moving so that he could stay ahead of the darkness and not be swallowed by it. And that was really when I felt like I was beginning to understand him.
And then he talked more. And he started talking about how important his faith was, and he was talking about it in very specific language, about how the resurrection gave him hope. And I’d never heard him talk about the resurrection before, and I said to him, I said, you know, have I missed something? I’ve never really heard you talk this way. And he looked at me with surprise, and he said, well, of course I haven’t talked this way. I mean, this is personal. And that’s when I realized that the public Ted Kennedy was a lot different from the private Ted Kennedy.
Ted Kennedy: The Resurrection Gave Me Hope – God & Country (usnews.com).
I am tone death – I am usually about 3 or 4 dozen beats behind everyone else. You can pick me out of a choice, or kick me out of one. So, I listen to the words – which to the chagrin of some, actually matter.
So, tell me, what do you think of this song?
Before Church Doctrine, before Church Theology, before all of this is Jesus Christ, alone. There is indeed somebody out there.
It is noon, when I am posting this. The viewing as started, with the Funeral soon to follow.
Terry was a wonderful young man, friendly, funny, and quick. I was fortunate enough to have spent some time with him in his short life. I was able to teach him in Sunday School for a while – now I regret having given that position up. I would read a passage, and ask them to think and we would discuss. He was sharp, quick. He was just fun to be around.
I cannot image what the family is feeling – a mother without a child, a sister without a brother, grandparents loosing their first grandchild, the Church loosing a light in this world. He was for a long time, our only youth around his age. He would sit with us before Church, without children. They would play, and laugh. We ned more children laughing in this world.
As I write this, I am dreading going to the funeral. I try not to think about, about the mortality of my own children. We are rather selfish during this time, thinking of our own mortality more often than we should. I find myself being a lot easier on my youngins – if they are loud, that’s fine. They are in my ‘way’, that’s fine, I would rather have to strain to listen to anything else than to never hear the sound of my children again.
Today, I am going to keep in prayer the pastor who has to preside over this funeral, in the very church building where last week, the young man was singing. Even over the sobs, it will be too quit in that sanctuary. I will pray for the mothers who will hold their children all the more closer. And I will pray for the children.
The Apostle Paul wrote that neither death, nor even life, could remove us from the love of God; John Chrysostom would later write that this same love of God unites us even with those who have been removed from our sight. We will grieve, but I am assured that for those of use who abide in the love of God through Jesus Christ our Lord, we will one day be reunited with Terry, and not tear will ever dampen the eye.
Pray for me.
Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? As it is written: “For Your sake we are killed all day long; We are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.”
Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us.
For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. (The Apostle Paul to the Romans)
For such is the power of love, it embraces, and unites, and fastens together not only those who are present, and near, and visible but also those who are far distant; and neither length of time, nor separation in space, nor anything else of that kind can break up and sunder in pieces the affection of the soul. (Chrysostom)
My wife has a blog, and has issued her own thoughts.
TROY, Kan. — Residents of a northeast Kansas town are mourning the deaths just hours apart of an elderly couple who were married 67 years. Arnita Yingling died in her sleep early Saturday at the family’s home in Troy. She was 93. Six hours later her 95-year-old husband, Lyle, died at a nursing home in the nearby town of Wathena.
At their funeral Wednesday, friends and relatives described the two as inseparable. Some found comfort knowing neither would have to live without the other.
The Yinglings were married in 1941. Both were born on northeast Kansas farms and were active in Troy as members of their church and civic organizations.
Jade Goody, a one-time dental assistant whose final days were as closely chronicled in the media as her controversial appearances on reality television, died of cervical cancer on Sunday, her mother said.
The 27-year-old mother of two, who married her boyfriend in a televised ceremony only last month, died in her sleep at her home in Essex, southeast England.
I usually do not care about the entertainment world, only at the cross section of religion; however, last month, Jade Goody, the British reality tv star announced that she would baptize here children in order to assure them of another meeting on the other side, and now I follow the story. Let’s leave theology out of this, or any other comments we may wish to make, two children are now without their mother. Perhaps it is just sentimentality, but it touches my hard heart when I hear of children loosing their parents, and the younger they are, the worse it is. I lost my mother when I was a teenager, and frankly, there are times that it still saddens me. I cannot imagine, nor do I attempt to for long, what these children are going through at this moment, but I can simply offer my prayers for strength, and not only for these children and this family, but for children everywhere who suffer this most traumatic loss.
End their lives…well, that’s some comforting…but then again, what about this headline:
Elderly Couple In Suicide Pact:
The assisted suicides of an elderly British couple at a Swiss clinic rekindled the fierce debate Friday over whether Britain should modify its laws to allow terminally ill patients to end their lives with a doctor’s help.
A neighbor in the city of Bath, where Peter and Penelope Duff lived, said they were suffering from advanced stages of cancer.
“They were so close and they both had this dread disease and they would not have wanted to live on without the other,” said David Keeling, who saw the couple over the Christmas holidays.
“They were not looking well,” he said. “Peter was an extremely organized man and I believe he had this all organized at that time.”
Ludwig Minelli, director of the Dignitas clinic in Switzerland, said Friday that Peter Duff, 80, and his 70-year-old wife died on Feb. 27, becoming the second British couple to have ended their lives at the clinic.
He said the clinic was operating within Swiss federal law that gives people “the right to decide for themselves where and when they want to die.”
Brittany N. Howerton at the Alabama Baptist press tells us of a former homosexual who is living without that sin. Is it possible? And if it is, doesn’t that throw a wrench into the nature vs. nurture debate? No matter what, however, we need to reach these people for Christ. There is hope.
Meet Kim Cowen. Raised in north Alabama, Cowen has led a life filled with alcohol and drug addictions and has been arrested on three occasions. She has struggled with homosexuality for 43 years.
As Cowen shared her story with pastors and ministry leaders in Alabama’s Tuskegee Lee Baptist Association, she recounted that when she was arrested for drug trafficking the third time, she cried out in desperation, “Lord, if You’ll help me with this mess I’ve made of my life, I’ll do whatever You want me to do.”
Forgive me, but from time to time, something touches my heart, some need here or there, that I feel led to share with you all. The more the merrier, as it were:
I want to ask all of the readers of my blog to add to their prayer lists, the one year old baby McKenzie. McKenzie is in need of a liver/small bowel transplant in order to live. She has spent much of her short life in hospitals. Her teen birthing mother has left McKenzie to foster care. By the grace of God, a foster couple – Chuck and Jean whose own children are all grown – are caring for McKenzie and moving to adopt her.
At left is a picture of baby McKenzie, her foster Mom, Jean, and my daughter, Julianna, who as a result of her senior project in Allied Health is working with baby McKenzie and her foster parents. Julie herself has suffered from a critical kidney disease, and is learning about her own health situation through this project.
It is the start of a new month, March, and it is still snowing, cold, and ugly out. Somewhere, in a hole, a groundhog is laughing at me.
Anyway, I pray that all is well with you. It has been a busy week here at the house of Polycarp, but that happens every now and then.
The economy, we are reminded, is the worse that it has been in 25 years, on some days, since the Great Depression, on other days. But, dear Child of God, are you worried? We see bad news all the time, and we are not the first. Think about it, for a minute. We have an 8.5 unemployment rate. Do you realize that many countries have double that, triple that even, and that was before the economic crisis. This is a good moment of the Church to show the love and mercy of the Saints. We see someone hurting, help them, and be to them the hands of God in this world. In every crisis, and every high point, we have an moment to give God the praise.
I got me a new phone yesterday, tired of my Palm Centro. Now, I didn’t rush out and get an expensive one – I do not believe in materialistic ventures – but I was able to get a better one for about 20$. Of all the features that it comes with, I am grateful for the fact that I can load E-Sword and Olive Tree. E-Sword is by far and away the best bible program for free while Olive Tree provides free resources, I am only interested in their NETS module. E-Sword has a better layout and is more readable as a program. I look forward to using these programs in church, for a quick assassination attempt against the preacher. (Am I being humorous? Um….)
Our congregation of the Church will be having a tent revival in May. I will post more about this later, of course, but I wanted to invited each of you. It will be in Sharon, WV, with hotels in Charleston. I might be able to help for lodging, if given enough notice. The only thing that I can promise is that if you come, I promise I will not preach to you.
Elvis is on the radio, singing Farther Alone. Growing up in Louisiana, I had heard about the singing of this song in the hills of West Virginia, at a little mountain Church. If you get to come up here, I will show you one of the most beautiful structures devoted to God.
I have discovered Greek Byzantine Psalms, sung, on youtube no less. I am going to have to find me a cd or something. It is something to listen to these hymns, knowing that for nearly 2000 years, these psalms have been sung.
We should be reminded, from time to time, that the Church was not born speaking English, under the American flag, with the KJV in hand singing Southern Gospel. We have a communion with those Apostles when we break bread together. Sometimes, I feel like we are on the battle line with Peter and Paul, not needing someone else to tell us what they really meant when they wrote those simple words of Faith. The sheep are still being fed by Peter, and Paul is still beating down the doors to share the love of God and the doctrine of the Church. And we are still being reprimanded along side the Corinthians and edified with the Philadelphians for our love to the Saints.
Well, I have kept you long enough. I have to get ready for church now. God bless, my friends