Friday, September 17, 2021
We praise You, Lord, for Matthew,
The tax collector who
Put down his filthy lucre,
Got up, and followed You.
Baptized, we too will follow,
Keep all that You command,
And ne'er forget Your promise:
"I'm with you to the end!"
Sunday, September 12, 2021
"...the cross of Jesus" (John 19:25).
September 13 and 14 should share the name Holy Cross.
To begin with, September 14 has long been called Holy Cross Day. On that day in the year 320 Helena, the mother of Constantine, is believed to have discovered the cross of our Lord on which He died. It is one of the earliest Christian feast days, and points to the centrality of the death of Jesus in the Christian faith.
Enter September 13, one day before. On this day in 2001 an excavator named Frank Silecchia discovered, amid the rubble of the World Trade Center, a cross. A T-beam weighing thousands of pounds had the unmistakable shape of a cross, and had fallen into a perfect upright position. It was carefully removed, blessed, and stands today.
I confess, I don't know for a fact whether Helena found the actual cross of Christ. What I do know is that Frank Silecchia did. And he found it where the true cross will be found: right smack in the middle of human tragedy, suffering, and death.
To bring us through.
Monday, August 2, 2021
God gives us what we need one day at a time. He is determined to teach us trust. He calls us to trust that He will provide again tomorrow as He did today.
In the Old Testament He instructed the Israelites to gather just enough manna for the day. He sent it again the next morning. In the New Testament, in which we live, He teaches us to pray, "Give us this day our daily bread." In other words, just enough strength for today. He will supply it again tomorrow.
All of this leads to two definitions:
Anxiety = looking at tomorrow's challenges without tomorrow's strength.
Trust = knowing that tomorrow's strength will be a match for tomorrow's challenges.
You are not yet in possession of tomorrow's strength. It will be yours tomorrow morning, but not before. You are given strength for today, bright hope for tomorrow, and the most blessed of all things: trust in your heavenly Father.
Thursday, July 29, 2021
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Tuesday, July 13, 2021
"And his head was brought on a platter" (Matt. 14:11).
John the Baptist was six months older than the Christ whose way John prepared (Luke 1:36). So on June 24, six months until Christmas, we celebrated the birthday of John the Forerunner. The greeting could be "Merry Johnmas!"
The story of John's birth and circumcision on the eighth day is found in Luke 1:57-64. And it seems that on very close inspection of the words, there emerges a prophecy of the way John would die. Most of you know that John was beheaded and his head placed on a platter (Matt. 14:1-12).
The platter is a strangely significant detail in the death of John. Likewise on the day he was circumcised, there is another curious detail. His father Zacharias, who was unable to speak (Luke 1:20), requested a tablet on which to write, "His name is John."
Here is the connection. Remarkably, and in a way only the Holy Spirit and Scripture could arrange, the word "tablet" and the word "platter" are in the original Greek the same basic word!*
The child's name written on a tablet was that of the man whose head was brought on a platter.
As you reflect on this connection, remember that the purpose of John the Baptist is to call you to repentance and point you to your Savior.
*For those who are interested:
pinakidion (diminutive of pinax) = tablet
pinax = platter
Thursday, May 6, 2021
Almighty God, You have given us this good land as our heritage. Grant that we remember Your generosity and constantly do Your will. Bless our land with honest industry, truthful education, and an honorable way of life. Save us from violence, discord, and confusion, from pride and arrogance, and from every evil course of action. Grant that we, who came from many nations with many different languages, may become a united people. Support us in defending our liberties, and give those to whom we have entrusted the authority of government the spirit of wisdom, that there may be justice and peace in our land. When times are prosperous, may our hearts be thankful, and in troubled times do not let our trust in You fail; through Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen.
And several years ago I wrote these lines about our duty as citizens:
To country lend your loyalty;
Obey all in authority,
And for them pray and intercede;
Your taxes pay, live peaceably.
To Caesar render what is just;
To God alone, your love and trust.
The prayer is from Lutheran Service Book, page 313. The hymn stanza is based on Matthew 22:21, Romans 13:5-7, 1 Timothy 2:1-3, Titus 3:1, and 1 Peter 2:13-14.
Wednesday, April 28, 2021
As part of his chapel message, a Lutheran high school teacher asked students, "What was the best day in the history of the world?" He then led them to consider and believe that the answer would be "the first Easter." The Day of Resurrection!
Hard to argue. That's a very good answer to a very interesting question!
It made me think, though, of some other very big days. The first that came to mind was the day the Son of God took flesh in the womb of Mary. Then I thought about the first Christmas. I thought for a long time about the first Good Friday. I found myself thinking about the Ascension, and then the coming of the Holy Spirit on Pentecost.
And I began to question the question. Why do we have to pick just one day? The Gospel gives us many best days of which to think, each one adding to our faith.
Then it dawned on me. No, there is a best day. The best day ever is the day I was baptized into Christ, because on that one day the incarnation, birth, death, resurrection, and ascension of Christ were all at once applied to me, together with the Holy Spirit.
Best day ever? Your Baptism!
And then by reminding you of your Baptism, God makes today the best day too!
Saturday, March 27, 2021
"Be still, and know that I am God" (Ps. 46:10).
On Christmas Eve we love to sing "Silent Night." What many don't realize is that Holy Week gives us a Silent Day. And that day is Wednesday.
The Gospel has plenty to say about the first Palm Sunday, Holy Monday, Holy Tuesday, Maundy Thursday, and Good Friday. It even mentions Holy Saturday, the Sabbath, on which our Lord rested in the tomb. But about Wednesday the Gospel says nothing - not a word. This is surely intentional on the part of the Holy Spirit, and full of meaning.
The fourth day, the middle day, of Holy Week is a day of silence. The lesson? The words and works of Jesus are essential, and so is a period of silence in which to reflect upon them deeply. But often this silence and stillness is missing from our lives.
Richard Wurmbrand wrote: "We are victims of a plot against silence, without which no spiritual life is possible. We are subjected daily to the noise of cars, trains, planes, radio, TV, vacuum cleaners, dishwashers, fans, etc. I have known Christians who have spent years in solitary confinement in complete silence. When they once again heard humans speak, they wondered that so much of their speech lacked content. If you wish to reach God, create some silence around you. Switch off the many intruders on silence. Enter your closet, or teach your loved ones to be quiet at certain hours."
Turns out that Holy Week comes complete with a day for being quiet - for being still, and knowing that Jesus is God in the flesh, and blood, for our salvation.
Wednesday, Holy Week's silent day. Amen.
Tuesday, March 23, 2021
"The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come" (Song 2:12).
Late on a Sunday afternoon I arrived at the nursing home to visit Eileen. I am documenting what happened on that visit because it's going to be hard to beat.
First I stopped to say hello to Carol, the receptionist at the front desk. She was putting the finishing touches on greeting cards she makes for her own use or sells for just two dollars each. They're worth much more. On the front of each one are bright, beautiful flowers. She paints each and every one - no copies. I marveled at the work and her talent. I looked at all of them and then asked if I could borrow two of them to show Eileen. I picked out the carnations and the roses.
Eileen was sitting on the edge of her bed as if waiting for me. She enjoyed very much looking at the cards and hearing how Carol had painted them. I suddenly realized that God had arranged something very special.
"Eileen," I said, "these flowers can teach us our faith! Do you want to know how?" She did of course. "Let's start with the carnations. They can remind us of the Incarnation, when God's Son was conceived by the Holy Spirit and became man for us." We talked about that a bit more. Then we looked at the roses again. "Of what do they remind us?" I asked. She correctly remembered that a rose is part of Luther's seal. "That's right," I said, "but there's something even more! Let's go find it together!" So we began saying the Apostles' Creed slowly but surely until we came to the words: "The third day He rose again from the dead."
"There's the rose!" I exclaimed.
"There it is!" she said as excitedly as I.
We finished saying the creed. We sang a hymn together and then, holding hands, prayed the Lord's Prayer. Lastly I showed her a small crucifix and instructed her never to forget it.
"I'm going to go tell Carol what we did with her beautiful cards - and you helped me, Eileen! It's because of my time with you that I have a new devotion to share with others!"
Four dollars later I left the nursing home with those two cards and a bright, beautiful way to teach others our holy Christian faith.
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By Richard Wurmbrand
In a theater in Moscow at the premier of a new play, Christ in a Fur, the hall was overcrowded.
The actor Alexander Rostovtsev had to play the main role. He belonged to the high circles of Soviet life and was a convinced Marxist.
On the stage was a mockery of an altar. The cross on it was made of bottles of wine and beer. Full glasses surrounded it. Fat "clergymen" said a drunken "liturgy" consisting of blasphemous formulas. In this sham church, "nuns" played cards, drank, and made ugly jokes while the "religious service" went on.
Then Rostovtsev appeared as Christ, dressed in a robe. He had the New Testament in his hands. He was supposed to read two verses from the Sermon on the Mount, then throw away the book in disgust and shout, "Give me my fur and my hat! I prefer a simple proletarian life." But something unexpected happened. The actor read not only two verses, but continued, "Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth" (Matt. 5:5), and so on to the end of the sermon. It was in vain that the prompter made desperate signs for him to stop.
When Rostovtsev came to the last words of Jesus, he made the sign of the cross in the Orthodox manner, said, "Lord, remember me when Thou comest into Thy kingdom" (Luke 23:42), and left the stage. He was never seen again. The Communists disposed of him.
Let us, like this actor, forget the ugly roles imposed upon us by the world and allow ourselves to be enraptured by the beauties of the Savior's words.