Thankfulness as a path of Faith

October 14, 2007 October 13, 2013 – retooled and repreached Thankfulness as a path of faith 2 Timothy 2:8-15 Luke 17:8-19 Year C Makeover’s have become really popular these days – their lives. Extreme makeover is not just a show about houses that have rebuilt – but about people who have been rebuilt. We hear the stories of their past- we hear their dreams for being fixed – we watch their progress as they go through countless surgeries or other things will totally erase their past. We celebrate with them as their share with the community the new them – after they have lost weight, or whatever they needed to do. There are a lot of shows that use this as a concept – but I would imagine that an even more exciting show – would be extreme makeover follow up – what happens to these people after the show- how do they deal with the changes after all of the excitement is over with. Do they become the person they were before the makeover? Or do their lives really change. And are they really emotionally prepared for these changes. Afterall, the changes that are made are always cosmetic changes – things are fixed on the outside – but who these people are on the inside is never addressed. What inner habits may have created the outer reality is never addressed. What scars have been permantly formed from being the person they are, is never even talked about. But I think that for ages, we have all bought into the concept of living happily ever after – but we don’t want to hear the real story of what that means. Imagine being a young man, in the prime of your life, just married the woman of your dreams, and one day she notices some white spots on your neck – and your life as you know it is over – because she has to report to the community and the priest that you have leprosy – and have to immediately move away from the community. Or imagine that your first child has been born two months ago – a son to carry on your name – and you too are diagnosed with leprosy- Or after a long period of trying to find your life work – you realize that you want to go into farming with your father – and as you celebrate your new found life – you lose it to leprosy. The laws in the book of Levitcus are very clear – if anyone notices a swelling in his skin or a scab or boil or pimple with transparent skin they are to be brought to the priest for examination. If the spot turns white – or if it looks more than skin deep, then the priest must declare him a leper. It could happen to anyone at any time in life. If they were a leper- the most important thing was protecting the rest of the community from they – so they were to live outside the gates of the city. They were to keep their distance from everyone and to declare to all that they were one of the untouchables. Life as they knew it was over – no family, no job, no meaning in life. Just gathering together with other lepers – totally dependent on the goodness of others to live. I could imagine that anyone in this condition would think of themselves as likely candidates for an extreme makeover. Even back in that day – they had heard of an extreme makeover – they listened to that man Jesus as he talked about makeovers. They listened to his sermons as he talked about being restored to community. How even though the whole world treated them as outsiders, that there was a God who loved them and would treat them like anyone else. No one really knows why Jesus would have been in this no man’s land on his way to Jerusalem. He was somewhere between Galilee and Samaria. Galilee was the home of the Jews, the people he was trying to reach with his message. Samaria was the home of their cousins – those who were no longer considered Jews. Yet Jesus noticed that these were the people most likely to listen to his message and to apply it to their lives. So as he was traveling to Jerusalem, this was the perfect place to stop and to preach. As he passes by the lepers – they cry out – Lord have mercy on us. To ask for mercy is to ask for what it due to you – what you deserve but for some reason it has been denied you- They wanted their lives back – they wanted the right to return back to their lives, their wives, their children, their jobs, their community – all the things that made life worth living. They had heard enough to know that Jesus had the power to give them just what they asked for. With no special potions, no special words – Jesus tells them that they will be healed. All they need to do is to show themselves to the priest, so that they can be restored into community. They don’t even question Jesus – they immediately go back to their lives. Only 1 returns to thank Jesus for what he has done. Jesus gives him an additional blessing and tells him that his faith has made him whole. The others are healed on the outside – and yet Jesus knows that this one has been made whole on the inside too. Jesus was in between Galilee and Samaria – his audience was mixed – we really have no idea how many of the lepers were Jewish and how many were Samarian. We never hear what happens in their lives after they return. What we do know that the one who thought to return to thank Jesus was a Samarian. Maybe he did not have a priest to return to. Maybe he did not have a family or life to return to. Maybe his mom had always taught him to say thank you – we don’t know what it was that made this one leper out of ten return to Jesus. What we do know is that this one was different – when all ten asked for mercy – nine were looking for cosmetic changes. Leprosy back then was understood as any type of skin condition. One was looking for changes in mind, body and spirit. Nine lepers were looking to get on with their lives – one wanted to live. Nine were looking for the acceptance of society – one was looking for the acceptance of God. One was looking for their past to be restored – one was looking toward the future. Nine were looking for changes – one was looking to be transformed. He was changed from the inside out. He was not the same person that he had been. He knew that from this moment on, once he had been touched by Jesus – things would never be the same. His life would be so much more than those dreams of the life that had been taken away from him. God had shown him a love that he could never imagine in a million years. When you look at your life, which one are you – one of the nine or the one who stood out? Bear in mind that in those days- to say thank you was the last thing that you said to someone when the knew the relationship was over. If you knew you would never see the person again – you said thank you. The nine others had their lives restored – they were a part of the community again – they probably were not quite ready to saw good bye to Jesus Nine Reasons They Did Not Return Why did only one man cleansed from leprosy return to thank Jesus? Someone has made a list of nine suggested reasons why the nine did not return: One waited to see if the cure was real. One waited to see if it would last. One said he would see Jesus later. One decided that he had never had leprosy in the first place. One said he would have gotten well anyway. One gave the glory to the priests. One said, "O, well, Jesus didn't really do anything." One said, "Any rabbi could have done it." One said, "I was already much improved." That's not surprising, is it? I doubt that more than ten percent of us are ever truly grateful to God. In fact, it often seems that the more we have, the less gratitude we feel. King Duncan, Collected Sermons,www.Sermons.com – whereas the one – realized that no matter how hard he tried – things would never be the same for him- he could never go back to the man he used to be. That gesture of thanks seemed to really make a difference to Jesus. But this is not a sermon on gratitude – but on faith. 4 men were standing on the el platform, when one fell in the path of an oncoming train. The other three immediately went into action and grabbed the man and put him back on the platform. The three became instant celebrities. They were interviews by all of the news shows, they received a letter from the mayor, people on the street would walk up to them and say thank you for what they had done. One day they were interviewed by a talk show host who asked if they had ever heard from the man rescued. As a matter of fact they hadn’t. the man never even bothered to say thank you. I am sure he was thankful, he was grateful, he was glad to have his life. But he never bothered to say thank you. But this is not a sermon about being thankful, it is a sermon about being faithful. It is our faith that makes us well. Now Thank We All Our God You can even be thankful during the most difficult of circumstances in life. It's true! We see an especially inspiring example of a brave and thankful heart in the story behind one of the church's most popular hymns, "Now Thank We All Our God." This particularly hymn was written during the Thirty Years War in Germany, in the early 1600s. Its author was Martin Rinkart, a Lutheran pastor in the town of Eilenburg in Saxony. Now, Eilenburg was a walled city, so it became a haven for refugees seeking safety from the fighting. But soon, the city became too crowded and food was in short supply. Then, a famine hit and a terrible plague and Eilenburg became a giant morgue. In one year alone, Pastor Rinkart conducted funerals for 4,500 people, including his own wife. The war dragged on; the suffering continued. Yet through it all, he never lost courage or faith and even during the darkest days of Eilenburg's agony, he was able to write this hymn: Now thank we all our God, with hearts and hands and voices, Who wondrous things hath done, In whom the world rejoices ...[So] keep us in His grace, and guide us when perplexed, and free us from all ills, in this world and the next. Even when he was waist deep in destruction, Pastor Rinkart was able to lift his sights to a higher plane. He kept his mind on God's love when the world was filled with hate. He kept his mind on God's promises of heaven when the earth was a living hell. Can we not do the same - we whose lives are almost trouble-free, compared with the man who wrote that hymn? Whom can you say "thank you" to? Erskine White, Together in Christ, CSS Publishing Company I am sure that we can all identify with these stories. Some probably were healed – some did go on with their lives – some were genuinely grateful for being saved on that night, some probably even remembered that courageous seminary student who saved them. They just never got the chance to say thank you in person to him. Having no idea of what difference it would have made in the life story of the one who gave his legs, his hopes, his calling to save them. We are all grateful for the saviors that God has sent into our lives – who have given us life in so many ways. We really are grateful in our hearts – even though we don’t think to say it with our lips. Today is a perfect day to write a note, to make a phone call, to take someone out to lunch – to say thank you for all of the in our life. But this is not a sermon about being thankful – this is a story about being faithful. This is not a sermon about the nine lepers who went on with their lives – it is a sermon about that one who had been transformed and given new life by Jesus Christ. Jesus told the Samaritan- that his faith had made him well – not his thank you. It is our faith that makes us well- not our thank you’s. The more faith is focused on Christ – the easier it is for us to remember to say thank you for each and every gift that we have been given. Faith is about what we do with our whole lives, not just how concerned we are about our present condition. Someone pointed out that in Matthew – Jesus says that we should be made perfect. By perfect who means whole and complete. We are thankful when one thing in our lives has gotten better, when we get what we ask for or what we need. Being faithful means that we are healed and complete in mind, body and soul. We are grateful for everything, not just the things in our lives that we have. We give all of who we are to Christ, not just our thanks. This is not a sermon about being thankful, but about being faithful, being whole, thanking God with all that we are. Greg Anderson, in Living Life on Purpose, tells a story about a man whose wife had left him. He was completely depressed. He had lost faith in himself, in other people, in God--he found no joy in living. One rainy morning this man went to a small neighborhood restaurant for breakfast. Although several people were at the diner, no one was speaking to anyone else. Our miserable friend hunched over the counter, stirring his coffee with a spoon. In one of the small booths along the window was a young mother with a little girl. They had just been served their food when the little girl broke the sad silence by almost shouting, "Momma, why don't we say our prayers here?" The waitress who had just served their breakfast turned around and said, "Sure, honey, we pray here. Will you say the prayer for us?" And she turned and looked at the rest of the people in the restaurant and said, "Bow your heads." Surprisingly, one by one, the heads went down. The little girl then bowed her head, folded her hands, and said, "God is great, God is good, and we thank him for our food. Amen." That prayer changed the entire atmosphere. People began to talk with one another. The waitress said, "We should do that every morning." "All of a sudden," said our friend, "my whole frame of mind started to improve. From that little girl's example, I started to thank God for all that I did have and stop majoring in all that I didn't have. I started to be grateful." We all understand and appreciate the importance of gratitude. How it can radically change relationships. In fact, one of the first things we were taught and that we teach our children is to express their gratitude. Someone gives them some candy and we say: “Now what do you say?” And the child learns from an early age the answer “Thank you.” And certainly we all know as adults that we appreciate being thanked. Yet, when it comes to giving thanks to our heavenly father, we so often miss the mark. And when it comes to giving our thanks to God, I don’t suppose there is any story in the Bible that is so endearing to us, so timelessly appropriate, as the story of Jesus healing the ten lepers. We have all heard the story many times, but like so many Bible stories, we never tire of it… Christ is always faithful, Christ always hears our cries of mercy. Christ always gives us love and life, but it is our response to Christ that gives us transformation and new life. It is our desire to say thank you that indeed makes the world a wonderful place to live for all people. What do you have to be thankful for today? How will you choose to live a thankful life today? Ten Broken Pencils by WESLEY T. RUNK Passage: Luke 17:11-19 • Lectionary: Proper 23 Item 3 of 20 | Back to Results Then said Jesus, "Were not ten cleansed? Where are the nine? Was no one found to return and give praise to God except this foreigner?" Objects: Ten pencils with broken points and one pencil sharpener. Lesson: Good morning, boys and girls. How many of you like to write with pencils? (Let them answer.) Good pencils are very hard to find. Whenever I am looking for a pencil, I either cannot find one, or when I find the pencil, it has a broken point, or has never been sharpened. Do you have that problem? (Let them answer.) I have a little story to tell you about ten pencils that I found around my house, and every one of them was either broken or had never been sharpened. This is their story. I found these pencils in different places. One of them was on my dresser, several of them were in a kitchen drawer where they had been for several years. I even found one of them on the kitchen floor beneath the refrigerator. It seemed like everywhere I went I found a pencil, but all of them were broken in one way or another. On a shelf in a beautiful tea cup, I found some paper clips, rubber bands, and another pencil. Of course it was broken also. There were others in different places, like on top of the washer, since someone had forgotten to empty his pockets before sending his slacks to the laundry. There was another on my workbench, one in the garage, and a couple behind the cushions of the couch. Every one of them was broken, and they looked sad in their terrible condition. A pencil is meant to have a sharp point and to write; to leave them in this kind of condition was awful. So I decided to do what I thought should be done. I got out my special pencil sharpener and went right to work. Soon each pencil I sharpened looked happy and relieved to be back at work again. I could hardly work fast enough, I felt so good. But as I finished sharpening one and putting it down, it would disappear before I could pick up another. All ten pencils were sharpened like they had never been sharpened before, and not one of them who left even said thank you. Excuse me, that isn't true. There was one that said thank you. The one that I found on the floor under the refrigerator. It came back to tell me how grateful it was for what I had done for it. You know the story of my pencils is not original. Jesus told a similar story about something even more important. He told about healing ten men, only one of whom thanked God for what happened. I hope that you remember the story, but I hope even more that you remember to thank God every day for the wonderful things that he does for you. That is one of the most important parts of our life - to be grateful to God, and to praise him for all of the glorious things that he does to help us. CALL IN THE CLOWNS!, WESLEY T. RUNK, C.S.S. Publishing Co., 1988, 1-55673-071-3

Don't Sing When you are Mad

October 6, 2013 Psalm 137 Luke 17:5-10 20th Sunday After Pentecost Year C Don’t sing when you are mad A few years back, I went to a talk – it was a Rotary meeting in which one of my high school teachers talked about his trip to Russia. He told us a Russian folktale, and as you know I love stories. I don’t think that I told you this one yet, but if I have, it is in a different context and meaning. It is the story of a little bird – a little bird who loved to sing. One day a peasant was walking done the road, and he noticed this little bird singing his heart out. He was so happy to listen to the bird. But he also noticed that it was getting cold outside and the bird was cold. He tried to think of a way to keep the bird warm. Being a peasant, who relied on the simple solutions of life, he covered the bird in cow dung to keep him warm. As the bird got warmer, he sung even louder. And soon another peasant came down the road, and he too was impressed by the birds singing. He stopped to admire the bird’s singing, but he felt sorry for the bird. Somebody had covered him in cow dung. How cruel. So he set about cleaning the bird up and setting him free. Unfortunately, with the changing temperature from being covered up, and sweating, and then exposed to the cold – the little bird died. The moral of the story – sometime it does not always matter who it was that put us in the mess, sometimes it doesn’t matter who it was that got us out of the mess. The one thing to remember, is that when you are in the mess up to here, don’t sing. Don’t sing? Isn’t that what we do as Christians – we sing our faith in God. Is there ever a situation in our lives when we don’t sing. I am sure that you can see – coming from Russia – a country that was once communist and did not believe in God. It is a political statement about faith. Saying that in the realities of life that sometimes our faith, our need to sing, to pray, to have faith in God can sometime get us in trouble. 3786 No Singing At His Funeral When the noted agnostic Robert Ingersoll died, the printed funeral notices said, “There will be no singing.” Look not for hymns, anthems, oratorios, carols, and spiritual songs among infidels, agnostics, or skeptics. Without God, without Christ, without redemption, without a divine revelation and without hope, what have they to sing about? —Sunday School Banner 85 Two Singing Religions Judaism and Christianity are singing religions. Atheism is songless. It has nothing to sing about. The funeral notices of Robert Ingersoll, the noted agnostic, stated, “There will be no singing.” The psalm-singing of Christian martyrs going to their deaths in the arena alerted the Roman Empire to the fact that a new and revolutionary force was coming into being. When the pleasure-bent populace saw the Christians singing as they fearlessly entered the amphitheater where hungry lions awaited them, they were filled with awe. Heaven is vibrant with song: “And they sing the song of Moses … and the song of the Lamb” (Rev. 15:3). —Walter B. Knight 3786 No Singing At His Funeral When the noted agnostic Robert Ingersoll died, the printed funeral notices said, “There will be no singing.” Look not for hymns, anthems, oratorios, carols, and spiritual songs among infidels, agnostics, or skeptics. Without God, without Christ, without redemption, without a divine revelation and without hope, what have they to sing about? Atheist have grief, pain and suffering in their lives just like we do – but they don’t have a relationship with God. With no connection to God – there is no need to sing. People of faith sing all of the time, we sing when we are happy, we sing when we are sad, we sing when we feel blessed, we sing when we are in need. Singing is at the heart of our faith, and at the heart of God. October is domestic abuse month, I went to this workshop on the causes of abuse and how to stop abuse. It was sponsored by the salvation army. One of the director’s started out the program by talking about the scripture that you should not sing when you are angry. But for some reason, he did not quote the scripture that he was referring for. Don’t sing when you are angry, or perhaps when you are in it up to here – don’t sing – where is that in the bible? I spent all last night searching for a scripture that talks about singing when you are angry. And wouldn’t you know - I couldn’t find one. As a matter of fact – psalm 137 is an angry psalm. The Isrealites have been taken from their land and forced into slavery. And if that isn’t bad enough, their captors torment them by forcing them to work and expecting them to sing while they are working. And to sing not just any songs – but the sing the songs of God. I love that question – how can we sing the songs of God in a strange land. Or some of us who are truly in a painful situation, who are truly in a hopeless situation, in a situation where there is no way out – may truly begin to ask – how can I sing when I am angry, or hurting, or sad, or grieving or in pain or discouraged? I remember going to annual conference one year, feeling deeply discouraged by the church, feeling like my faith had been betrayed, and that there was nothing that the bishop could possibly say that would make me trust him or this conference, again. I remember him looking at me and noticing my anger at everything that happened. There wasn’t anything that he could say to make me feel better. But after his sermon, we stood and and sang amazing grace. And somewhere in the midst of the song – it became more important to sing than to be mad. By the time the song was over, the situation was the same, but my feelings about the situation disappeared. The song that had deeply touched my heart, took to another place and allowed me to go on. I don’t think it is so much that we should sing when we are angry, but we shouldn’t sing and stay angry. Because it is our singing that brings us to the heart of God and the source of our faith. There are 150 psalms in the bible – psalm means song – and they run the gamit of human emotion. Some are songs of triumph, some are pleading for vindication, some are thankfulness for what God has given, some are praise for when God has done, some are a celebration of community, some are a plea for health. Anything that happens in our live, is mentioned somewhere in one of the psalms. As a matter of fact, when I think of singing in anger – psalm 137 is an angry psalm. Not only does the person say I really feel like singing right now, but it is also a request that their captors be killed, and that their babies be killed – how angrier can you get than that? There is not peace in this psalm, no resolution, no forgiveness, just anger and a request for vindication. And yet even in the midst of the anger – is a need to praise God. To be faithful to God, and a promise that they will never forget the home that God promised them. A psalm is a praise of God in the midst of all of the circumstances of life. Serving God begins with how I feel. In order to be honest with God about how we feel, we have to have a relationship with God. God is God all by himself. Faith is where we are in our lives in relationship with God. And sometimes, in order for us to get right with God, we first have to deal with how we feel. In order to make peace with the situation, we have to make peace with God. Faith is not about God – Faith is about us, and our feeling and our lives. It is how we feel about God. Faith does not have to do with God, heaven, or anything else spiritual. On the contrary, faith changes the landscape of this world. It moves mountains and transplants trees. It is not a passport to heaven nor is it a belief about God. Faith is not even belief in God. It is a new understanding of the way this world can be. Faith sees with amazing clarity a reality that others do not yet see. Sometimes we long for a faith that can move mountains, uproot trees, heal the sick, or raise the dead, when sometime all we really need is faith to get us through the day. Luke chapter 16 talks about having that faith to move mountains. We all know the story of the faith of the mustard seed. But before we think about that kind of mountain moving faith, I want us to think about the rest of the story. Jesus starts to talk about the role of a slave, he says that a slave should not expect a place at the table, when they are expected to serve. He says that we are worthless slaves, we have done only what we have ought to have done. Jesus is reminding us that we are the slave and that God is the master. More importantly he is reminding us that we can never have any claim on anything that God does. In other words, no matter what happens in life – we can never tell God that he owes us. He is the master – and he doesn’t owe us anything. I will always remember the words of Job 1:21 – the lord giveth and the lord taketh away – blessed be the name of the lord. Whatever we might be feeling about life right now – God is always worthy to be praised. Life could always be worse. Our anger is not about God, it is about how we feel about God. How can I praise God when I am angry? In Luke 17:5 the disciples ask Jesus – how can I have more faith? If I am angry, or hurt or discouraged and need to get right with God, then that must mean that I need to have more faith. Because if I had more faith, I wouldn’t have negative feelings? Right? In this life that is wrong. Jesus reminds us – trusting in God is not so much about how much faith we have in God – it is whether we have any faith in God at all. A little faith does just as much as a lot of faith. How many times in our life, have we truly believed that if we think hard enough, or pray hard enough, or fast enough that things will get better, and they don’t. and the reality is they wont. Because our faith doesn’t change anything – it is only the grace of God that changes things. A seeker once challenged a faithful servant – “convince me of the existence of God.” Knowing that the man had traveled in the seas, the preacher asked him, “Have you ever been caught in a fierce storm in the middle of a voyage, your rudder gone, your sails torn, your vessel in danger of capsizing, and no land in sight? The man replied yes. The Iman then asked him, “Yet was not there always, despite your black despair, a glimmer of hope in your heart that someone, somewhere – some unnamed and unknown power- could still save you? Yes, the man answered again. To which the faithful servant replied, “that power is God”. We don’t have to have great faith in God, we have to have faith in a great God. Someone asked the question Why do we sing? When we lift our hands to Jesus What do we really mean? Someone may be wondering When we sing our song At times we maybe crying. And nothings even wrong I sing because I'm happy I sing because I'm free His eye is on the sparrow That's the reason why I sing Amen. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Homework Is a Duty by WESLEY T. RUNK Passage: Luke 17:1-10 • Lectionary: Proper 22 Item 1 of 12 | Back to Results "So you also, when you have done all that is commanded you, say, 'We are unworthy servants; we have only done what was our duty.' " Objects: Some homework papers. Lesson: Good morning, boys and girls. How many of you are glad to be in school? (Let them raise their hands.) Most of you like to go to school, but some of you are not too happy about it. Not all of us like the same things, but I am glad that most of you like to go to school. School is really very important, because it is there where we learn to read and write and work with numbers. All of those things and many others are really very important, and school is the place where we learn them. How many of you have homework to bring home with you after school is out? (Let them answer.) Do you like to do homework? Most boys and girls like to play outside, or watch TV, or do something else when they come home instead of doing their homework. But still we must do it. It is our duty. How many of you know what the word "duty" means? (Let them answer.) Most all of you know the word "duty." It is when we have something to do that is our responsibility, something that we do not receive special thanks for doing. It is something that is expected. I think that there are things like that between us and God. There are some things that are our duty to God, and we should not expect God to send us a special message of thanks, or have one of his workers pat us on the back, for doing it. I know some people who think that they are doing God a favor when they come to church or Sunday church school. That is not a favor, or something that you should be thanked for doing. That is your duty. Some people think that they should be thanked for telling the truth or helping someone who needs help. If you see someone who needs you, then you should help them because you are a Christian. We don't need to be thanked and patted on the back for doing good things, because that is what we are supposed to do. No one thanks you for doing your homework. Doing homework is your duty. No one should thank you for doing Christian things, either, because you also have Christian things to do. That's what Jesus thought, and he told the disciples that very thing one day when they asked him about doing special things to be special people. Do what is right, and you will be doing your Christian duty. The next time that you do some homework and you think about it, I hope that you think about your Christian duties, and then remember to do them. CALL IN THE CLOWNS!, WESLEY T. RUNK, C.S.S. Publishing Co., 1988, 1-55673-071-3 Back to Results | Item 1 of 12 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Acts, Not the Dreams The sales manager of a large real estate firm was interviewing an applicant for a sales job. "Why have you chosen this career?" he asked. "I dream of making a million dollars in real estate, like my father," the young man replied. "Your father made a million dollars in real estate?" asked the impressed sales manager. "No," replied the young man, "but he always dreamed of it." Have you ever noticed that the Bible never mentions the dreams of the apostles? It doesn't even mention the ideas of the apostles. However, it devotes an entire book to the "Acts of the Apostles." Chane M. Hutton, Jesus Says, 'Just Do It' One day the great Michelangelo attracted a crowd of spectators as he worked. One child in particular was fascinated by the sight of chips flying and the sound of mallet on chisel. The master was shaping a large block of white marble. Unable to contain her curiosity, the little girl inquired, "What are you making?" He replied, "There is an angel in there and I must set it free." Every Christian at their confirmation or conversion is handed a large cold white marble block called religion. We must then take the mallet in hand and set to work. Religion is not our goal but we must first start there. Now there are many names for religion. At times we do call it religion but we often use other words and images to describe it. Sometimes we call it our faith. Jesus spoke in terms of the Kingdom of God. We say we are the Church, Christians, or Disciples. There are many names with varying nuances of meaning but in the end they all describe the same thing. We are a people of Faith, faith in Christ to be sure, but faith nonetheless. We are not a business or institution. We do not sell or produce anything. We advocate no earthly cause. We serve no worldly authority. We come to a church building made by men. And to do what? Practice our faith. But we just as well could have met on a hillside or cave… 3787 She’d Rather Sing PARABLE OF THE CANDLES There was a blackout one night. When the lights went out, I fumbled to the closet where we keep the candles for nights like this ... I lit four of them. I was turning to leave with the large candle in my hand when I heard a voice, "Now, hold it right there." "Who said that?" "I did." The voice was near my hand. "Who are you? What are you?" "I'm a candle." I lifted up the candle to take a closer look. There was a tiny face in the wax. "Don't take me out of here!" "What?" "I said, Don't take me out of this room." "What do you mean? I have to take you out. You're a candle. Your job is to give light. It's dark out there." "But you can't take me out. I'm not ready," the candle explained with pleading eyes. "I need more preparation." I couldn't believe my ears. "More preparation?" "Yeah, I've decided I need to research this job of light-giving so I won't go out and make a bunch of mistakes. You'd be surprised how distorted the glow of an untrained candle can be..." "All right then," I said. "You're not the only candle on the shelf. I'll blow you out and take the others!" But right then I heard other voices, "We aren't going either!" I turned to the other candles, "You are candles and your job is to light dark places!" "Well, that may be what you think," said the first one, "You may think we have to go, but I'm busy ... I'm meditating on the importance of light. It's really enlightening." "And you other two," I asked, "Are you going to stay, too?" A short, fat, purple candle with plump cheeks spoke up. "I'm waiting to get my life together, I'm not stable enough." The last candle had a female voice, very pleasant to the ear. "I'd like to help, "she explained, "but lighting the darkness is not my gift ... I'm a singer. I sing to other candles to encourage them to burn more brightly." She began a rendition of "This Little Light of Mine." The other three joined in, filling the closet with singing. I took a step back and considered the absurdity of it all. Four perfectly healthy candles singing to each other about light but refusing to come out of the closet. Here is a question for you--when was the last time you shared the gospel to someone? This world is full of darkness, with many people stumbling around trying to find their way. You can be a light for them, and believe me, there's a light waiting for you. It can all happen with something as sharing the faith, to just a smile across the room, to a quick hello to a forgotten friend. "You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. LET YOUR LIGHT SO SHINE BEFORE MEN THAT THEY MAY SEE YOUR GOOD WORKS, AND GLORIFY YOUR FATHER WHICH IS IN HEAVEN." Matthew 5:14-16 - Author unknown