Thomas Fuller once wrote, “We’re born crying, live complaining and die disappointed.”
The famous author O’Henry said that “life is made of sobs, sniffles, and smiles; with sniffles predominating.
Janis Joplin, the folk singer of my generation, once lamented, “Life is something you do while waiting to die.” Continue reading
Crosses. You see them everywhere. On houses of worship. On grave markers. As ornate pieces of jewelry worn as a necklace, bracelet or even earrings.
We celebrate the cross. We glamorize it. We even romanticize it. We all know what it means. It’s the symbol of Christianity. It represents salvation. It reminds us of Jesus. Continue reading
The Englishman John Donne was one of the great Metaphysical poets of the 17th century. His most famous sonnet “Death Be Not Proud” is part of a sequence of poems called “The Holy Sonnets.”
The poet personifies death and says you are not as tough as you think you are. Continue reading
S. M. Lockridge (1913-2000) was a prominent African-American preacher known for his dynamic, passionate, and fervent sermons. His most famous sermon was “He’s my King.” Several years ago author and speaker Tony Campolo was so impressed by Lockridge’s lesson on “It’s Friday. But Sunday’s Coming!” that he began to deliver the lesson himself and even wrote a book with that title.
Two years ago we began a Friday column under that heading. Since we have so many new readers I would like to share again a part of that famous sermon by Lockridge. But first a brief explanation. Continue reading
People were in a hurry. Pilgrims jammed the roads into Jerusalem. Preparations were being made to celebrate the Passover. And offer the Paschal lamb.
Ironically, few realized that God’s prophesied Paschal Lamb was being offered that very Friday. And those who saw Jesus’ crucifixion had little idea of what was really happening.
Yet, it was as if all nature said, “Stop!” “Look!” “Listen!” Continue reading
Florence Chadwick was an American swimmer who was the first woman to swim the English channel both ways.
In 1952 Chadwick decided to swim the 26 miles from Catalina Island to the California coastline. The day she stepped in the waters of the Pacific Ocean the weather was foggy and chilly. She was flanked by small boats, but could hardly see them. Continue reading