Dr. Harold McNabb
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Monday, 25 April 2005 16:49 |
The rock group, Pink Floyd, have a song entitled, "Brick in the wall".
The lyrics are simple. There is only one stanza that repeats itself. It goes like this:
We don?t need no education.
We don?t need no thought control.
No dark sarcasm in the classroom.
Teachers, leave those kids alone.
Hey, teacher, leave those kids alone!
All in all you?re just another brick in the wall.
All in all you?re just another brick in the wall.
There is a famous story about a king visiting the king of Sparta:
The King of Sparta was hosting a visiting king and boasted about the formidable walls of the city of Sparta. The visiting king looked around and could see no walls. He said to the Spartan king, "where are these walls of which you boast so much?" The Spartan king pointed . . .
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The Shepherd and Guardian of our Souls |
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Saturday, 16 April 2005 20:23 |
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Did any of you memorize the poem Invictus by William Ernest Henley, when you were in school?
It goes like this:
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the . . .
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Last Updated on Saturday, 16 April 2005 20:23 |
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Affirmation in a Time of Suffering |
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Sunday, 10 April 2005 16:00 |
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When I was doing the background reading on 1 Peter, I was reminded of the terrible sufferings which the early church endured.
The exact dating of Peter?s letters is not clear. It could have been during the time of Nero, or a later time. But it is clear that it was during a time of persecution and suffering.
You remember the Emperor Nero. The legend is he fiddled while Rome burned.
Rome had large slum areas that Nero wanted to rebuild. The rumors were that Nero had ordered the burning of Rome, but the new Christian sect was a convenient target for Nero who charged they were responsible.
People misunderstood the Lord?s supper and assumed they consumed real flesh and blood and imagined all sorts of debaucheries connected with it. So they were receptive to believe this horrible little group might set their city on fire.
Christians had legal protection as long as they were assumed to be a Jewish sect, but as the separation with Judaism became clearer, they lost . . .
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Last Updated on Monday, 11 April 2005 18:18 |
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The Pilgrim Life is the Life For Me |
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Sunday, 03 April 2005 16:00 |
Mark Buchanan, pastor of New Life Baptist Church in Duncan, tells of a conversation with a philosophy student during a wedding reception. The student asked Mark if he really believed all that religious stuff he spouted every week in church. Mark writes,
I said I did. He smirked. I asked him what he believed. "I tried your religion for a while," he said. "I found it?s just a burden to carry. You know what I?ve figured out? Life justifies living. Life is its own reward and explanation. I don?t need some pie-in-the-sky mirage to keep me going. This life has enough pleasure and mystery and adventure in it not to need anything else to account for it. Life justifies living."
"Good," I said. "Very good. And I believe you. Today, here, now?feel the warmth of that breeze, listen to the laughter of those people, smell the spiciness of that shrimp cooking, look at the blueness of the sky. Yes, today I believe you. What a superb philosophy. Life justifies living. Bravo!
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Last Updated on Saturday, 02 April 2005 20:04 |
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Sunday, 27 March 2005 16:00 |
Passion week has names for many of the days we celebrate: Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, Easter Sunday, but Saturday has no special name. It?s called Holy Saturday, but I think it should have its own name. It?s that in-between day. I don?t know what you did yesterday, but I was out in the rain burying my septic tank, and for me that is appropriate.
Philip Yancy writes about Saturday in The Jesus I Never Knew:
The other two days have earned names on the church calendar: Good Friday and Easter Sunday. Yet in a real sense we live on Saturday, the day with no name. What the disciples experienced in small scale?three days in grief over one man who had died on a cross?we now live through on cosmic scale. Human history grinds on, between the time of promise and fulfillment. Can we trust that God can make something holy and beautiful and good out of a world that includes Bosnia and Rwanda and inner-city ghettos and jammed prisons in the richest nation on earth? It?s Saturday on planet earth. Will Sunday ever come?
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