Advent

Advent

Advent 2016- Christmas Is Jesus

Luke 2:8-20 (Read the text…) I’ve always had something of a fascination with nativity scenes.  We’ve got a bunch of them—one made of olive wood from Israel, one from Peru, one from Honduras, one from Senegal (that Jack Porter bartered to get at a decent price for me).  And then we’ve got one where each character has some Scripture printed on it.  And maybe our…

Advent 2016- The Blessing

I invite you to open your Bible to Luke 2:10-12. My dad died the day after Christmas in 1987.  He had licked colon cancer in the early 70s, but this time a recurrence of that same cancer got him.  He was in a hospital in Jackson, Mississippi.  My aunt told me he was bad.  I called him and talked with him on the phone.  I wanted to go.  But it was Christmas—a busy time for…

Advent 2016- When All You See Are the Knots

The Christmas Quilt reminds me of a story told by the 20th century Christian mystic Padre Pio: There is a woman who is embroidering.  Her son, seated on a low stool, sees her work, but in reverse.  He sees the knots of the embroidery, the tangled threads ….  He says, “Mother, what are you doing?  I can’t make out what you’re doing!”  Then the mother lowers the embroidery…

Advent 2016- Come As You Are

I invite you to open your Bible this morning to Revelation 22:17.  This is one of the very last words of the Bible—only four more verses after this one.  And our verse is an invitation. If you’re like Dayna and me, you get invitations all the time.  Hardly a week goes by when we don’t get an invitation to something by snail mail or email or word of mouth.  Come to this…

Advent 2016- Like A Thief

On this first Sunday of Advent, I invite you to open your Bible to Matthew 24:36-44. I was sad to hear the news a couple of Wednesday nights ago that one of our own church family got home from work that evening to find her door jimmied, her house in shambles, and some of her stuff gone.  She never saw that coming.  When it comes to thieves, you never do. The eighth…