Sermons

Saturday night, about 45 of us gathered in the Bell Tower courtyard for fellowship, food, and one of the all-time great films of the late 20th century, The Princess Bride. Now, this is one of those movies I can pretty much quote it word-for-word, line-for-line, start-to-finish.

Last weekend, we had a wonderful celebration for the Day of Pentecost and the coming of the Advocate called the Holy Spirit into the world and into the lives of the disciples.

I want to begin today with words not from our lectionary texts but from the prophet Jeremiah: Thus says the Lord, A voice is heard in Ramah, lamentation and bitter weeping. Rachel is weeping for her children; she refuses to be comforted for her children, because they are no more.

Let us pray

One way or another, whether its anxiety about war in Europe, rising COVID cases, exploding inflation, the mental health crisis among teens, a personal tragedy or loss or something else entirely, these days, all of us are in search of a little peace: whether it’s a little peace and quiet, a little peace of mind, or just a moment of peace, or maybe just inner peace. Basically, all I’m saying is we want to give peace a chance.

Shortly after Amber and I were married we had the unfortunate experience of having our car stolen. One night, as we slept in our first-ever apartment together, someone made off with our dream car, our beloved black Jeep Grand Cherokee with this very distinctive crack in the front windshield.