Peter
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Learning to Love
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4 min read
a Sermon for Maundy Thursday Text: John 13:1-17, 31b-35 Memory Making. Before breaking bread with His disciples for the final time, Jesus washed their feet. Then he told them to wash one another’s feet. Many of us focus this night on the dinner they share—particularly the breaking of bread at the beinning and the sharing…
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Listen
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a Sermon for the Last Sunday after the Epiphany C Text: Luke 9:28-36 The Set-Up There was GOD. And GOD found a man who was special. A man who would make the world new. So GOD invited the man to go on a journey. The man did. This man was named Abram and would be…
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Being the Millstone Church (Eating Scripture)
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2 min read
Eating Mark 9:38-50 Last week, Jesus foretold His death for the second time. And the for the second time, the disciples don’t get it. No surprise there. For me, this was always a given. From the first time I really heard Peter get rejected by Jesus for getting out of line to the first conscious recognition…
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Dude, Stop Being Satan! (Eating Scripture)
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1 min read
In this week’s piece, we explore the nature of Mark 8:27-38, the story with that great line: “get behind me, Satan!” Ouch! Peter got burned! The big thing about this story is that it is that turning point. The point where everything really does change because its game day. Yesterday was practice, today we play. If we dwell…
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Faith Before Understanding
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5 min read
a Homily for Proper 16B Text: John 6:56-69 What is this? Jesus has brought the people here through a swirling storm of teachings about faith, understanding, and love. As they arrive to the safety of the synagogue, he takes all of that teaching and he mixes in their likely confusion about literal and metaphorical…
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Inside the Cacophony
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6 min read
a Homily for the Last Sunday after Epiphany, B Text:Mark 9:2-9 I walked into my poetry class completely unprepared for what was about to happen. This was years ago, back when I dreamed of becoming a writer, a playwright or poet, actually. Or at the very least the teacher of writers. It was our second…