Sermons:
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Palm Sunday: An Invitation
to Live, Matthew 21:1-11, by Rev. Cindy Weber
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The World Greets its Savior
Matthew 21:1-11,
by Rev. Frank Schaefer
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Who Cares? Isaiah 50:4-9a (Matthew 21:1-11/27:11-56),
Randy L Quinn
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The
Right Frame of Mind, Philippians 2:5-11,
By Dr. David Rogne
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The Penitent Thief, Luke 23:39-43,
by Rev. Doug Ferguson
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Blessed
is the One Who Comes in the Name of the Lord,
Matthew 21:1-11, by Rev. Richard Gehring
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Crucifying Jesus, a
Good Friday sermon based on John 18:1-19:42,
by Rev. Heather McCance
Splendid Sorrow, a sermon on the
Passion of Christ, engaging Mel Gibson's "Passion..." by
Rev. Thomas Hall
God Took
Our Shame,
various Palm Sunday texts,
by Rev. Thomas Hall
He Never Said a Mumblin’ Word, Matthew 26, by Rev. Thomas
Hall
Peter--A Disciple in
the Making, Matthew 26:69-75, by Rev. Frank Schaefer
God took our shame, various texts, by Rev. Thomas Hall
The Lord has need of it , R. Cueni, T. Hall, ed., Luke
19:28-40
Palm
and Passion, Mark 11:1-11, chpts.
14-15 by Rev. Thomas
Hall
Open
Wide the Gates, by Leslie Depenbrock, Mark 11:1-11
Why did the cheering stop? by John Nadasi, Mark 11:1-11
A
Holy Week Letter to Jesus, by Pascack Pastor, Luke 19:28-48
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 Palm
Sunday: An Invitation to Live
a sermon based on Matthew 21:1-11
by Rev. Cindy Weber
William Hazlitt wrote that no young man
believes that he will ever die, and the truth of the matter, I think,
is that in some measure that is true of all of us. Intellectually we
all know that we will die, but we do not really know it in the sense
that the knowledge becomes part of us. We do not really know it in the
sense of living as though it were true. On the contrary, we tend to
live as though our lives would go on forever. We spend our lives like
drunken sailors (Frederick Buechner, Listening to Your Life, p. 226,
adapted ).
In the book, Four Spirits, by Sara Jeter Naslun, Darl and
Stella are talking:
“Do you know the average altitude for the flight of robins?” he
asked.
A spurt of laughter flew from between Stella’s lips…”I don’t have
the foggiest idea,” she said.
“About thirty inches.”
“What a waste!” she said. “To have the gift of flight and to fly
so low.”
And that’s what we’re all scared of, isn’t it, having the gift of
flight and yet flying so low, coming to the end of our lives and
realizing that we lived like drunken sailors, coming to the end of our
lives and realizing that most of what we’ve done is to play it safe,
that we’ve only had a few moments when we’ve really shined, when we’ve
really managed to hold on to what matters most.
10,000 Maniacs sing a song about
these are the days to remember,
never before and never since, I promise, will the whole world be warm
as this, and as you see it you’ll know it’s true that you are blessed
and lucky, it’s true that you are touched by something that’ll grow
and bloom in you.
And all of us have those shiny days to remember, or at the very
least, those shiny moments when we’re flying high, embracing life for
all it’s worth. Our culture would have us believe that those moments
can be had through the accumulation of certain things, a certain kind
of car, perhaps, or the right pair of blue jeans, or by joining the
Army and being all that you can be, or by drinking Maxwell House
coffee. [continue]
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