The Lord’s (Shared) Supper
Sometimes, a crumb of white bread and a sip of juice seems like a poor representation of the flavorful abundance of Jesus.
Sometimes, a crumb of white bread and a sip of juice seems like a poor representation of the flavorful abundance of Jesus.
This Sunday, we decorated the church and shared stories of beloved family ornaments. Then I preached this brief sermon on decorating with lights.
On the last Sunday of the church year, Christ the King Sunday, I opened my service with this reflection, song, and hymn. It’s about Jesus, but (spoiler alert!) it isn’t about Christ the King.
I’m not usually a fan of the apocalyptic writings in the Bible. But if you’re feeling out-of-control anxiety and a powerless rage against injustice, maybe it’s time for you to get in touch with your inner apocalypticist.
Here’s something that’s much more important than anything else in our religious tradition. (Even more important than whole burnt offerings.)
I don’t believe in biblical prophecyor any other kind of prophecy. What I do believe in is the power of biblical poetry.
I used to reassure my students that it was okay to ask questions. “There’s no such thing as a dumb question,” I would say. Obviously, I was wrong.
Here’s a sermon in honor of John Shelby Spong, who passed away last month at the age of 90. It deals with one of the passages he cites as a “terrible text” from Genesis: the story of the creation of Eve to be Adam’s helper.
Here’s one way to make Jesus really mad.
It’s true: people are idiots, and idiocy kills. On the other hand …