Even Brussel Sprouts!
Political polls are a funny thing, and occasionally so are the results. A case in point:
A few weeks ago "brussel sprouts" polled more favorably than the United States Congress! And just ask any parent who has endured the nightly "eat your vegetables" struggle and they'll tell you things can't rate much lower than that!
Speaking of lower than that, there is a cartoon in which a husband and wife are sitting at the breakfast table. The husband says, “And how is the light of my life this morning?” The wife answers, “Just open the refrigerator door and you’ll see it.”
In another cartoon, a father and son are sitting in front of a laptop computer. The boy says, “Dad, is it true that when you were young you actually had to plug in to the Internet?”
There was a time, of course, when refrigerators didn’t have interior lights and computers didn't have Wi-Fi. And can any of us remember a time without political polls? The truth is the next generation will find it hard to imagine life without tablets and smart phones, texting and tweeting. And these days hardly a minute goes by when we don’t hear about the next novel, new gadget -- especially at this time of year. But none of this can hold a yuletide candle to the exciting newness of Christmas!
For us, the newness of the Christmas Event is not revealed in the ongoing search for novelty. Rather, we discover it in the renewal of the routine -- in the surprises of our “taken-for-granted” world. In the Christmas Event, God’s love and power enter into the mainstream of human existence. In Christ, God’s love and power are discovered in the most ordinary parts of our lives -- even brussel sprouts!
Carved in wood over the door of a Church in Ohio, are the words, “Enter at your own risk.” Consider the meaning of those words: When you seek to experience the Presence of God in Jesus Christ, it should be with the understanding that your life may never again be the same.
When you come into the Presence of the [...]
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Two caterpillars were inching along the ground when suddenly they were shrouded by an enormous shadow. Then, just as suddenly, the shadow disappeared. A beautiful monarch butterfly had momentarily soared overhead and blocked the sun’s rays from the ground beneath the two butterflies-to-be. As the monarch flew off, one caterpillar looked up, and said to the other, “You couldn’t pay me to go up in one of those things.”
Occasionally I talk with a person who can’t figure out why God had to become a man to save us. It reminds me of something I observed during the summers I worked on my Grandfather’s farm. I used to go hiking in the sagebrush, looking for petrified wood. Occasionally I ran across a giant red ant hill. I’d always have some crackers and bread along to feed the birds, so I would stop and crumble some of the crackers or bread around the ant hill. Those ants would go out of their minds with this “manna” from heaven. As I observed the ants, however, I saw they were not very smart. Two ants would argue over the same crumb of bread. Others would go the long way to get back to the nest with their crumbs. I would see ants struggling to climb rocks as they carried their bits of bread when they could have gone around the rocks much easier. I could have shouted, blown horns, rung bells, sounded sirens, stomped my feet, but there was no way those ants would even know I existed. Even if I stepped on a few of them, there would be no understanding of what had happened. The only way I could take a message to those ants would be to become an ant. “Henry, you take that piece and let Charlie take the other. Sally, don’t go over that big hill; go around it. It’s much easier. Joe, go straight to the nest, don’t take so many curves.” If my message made sense, they could relate to me as an ant and take my advice to make their lives better. God brought His message to us by becoming one of us. The Bible is the story of that encounter of Christ with humanity, and it is essential that we read it to find out how this encounter can affect our lives—today and for eternity. Snyder, C., “I Prayed for Patience and other Horror Stories,” Questar Publishers, Inc. (Adapted).
“Let no one deceive you with empty words . . .” (Ephesians 5:6). A young preacher was assigned to a Church in Kentucky, not far from the home of the Kentucky Derby. Because he wanted his first sermon to be memorable, he decided on a fierce condemnation of horse racing. After the service, the Chairman of the Parish Council hastened to remind him of where he was and of the fact that many members of the congregation were breeders and trainers of the fine thoroughbred race horses. The preacher took the hint. On the following Sunday he preached a roaring sermon on the evils of smoking. Again, the Council Chairman cautioned him about his subject matter. He reminded the preacher that the Church was located near many tobacco farms and that many parishioners were dependent upon the tobacco industry for their livelihood. The next Sunday, the preacher bitterly denounced whiskey, only to learn that Kentucky was the home of several distilleries. “Well, what can I preach on?” he asked in desperation. “Why don’t you preach against those heathen witch doctors?” the parishioner replied. “There isn’t one of them within a thousand miles of here.”
Two gentlemen met on the street one afternoon. One of them was the kind of person who dominates every conversation. “Hey Max,” he said, “you’ve grown taller.” He then went right on talking without giving the other man a chance to say anything. They parted, only to meet again the very next day. “Hey Max, you’ve put on a lot of weight,” the man said and then went right on talking as he had the day before. The next day they met for the third time. “Hey Max, you’ve grown more hair.” This, at last, was more than the other fellow could take. He immediately broke in and said, “But I’m not Max.” Again, the other man went right on talking. “Oh, you’ve changed your name, too,” he said.More