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if i could i would break into flower

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if i could I would no longer be barren


The Holy Gospel according to St. John!

January is a hard month, isn’t it?
So, if you’re having a rough go of it. If everyone at work seems to be at each other’s throats. If getting through the day is a slough come noon; know you’re not alone. January is hard because there’s the hangover from the holidays. The miserable whether. And probably worst of all, no end in sight… January is a month even the best of us feel a little run ragged, a little empty
Kind of like those stone jars at the reception of the wedding in Cana… After three days of partying, all that was left was the letdown. The wine gave out…
Jesus’ mom, who this isn’t her first rodeo, sees the disaster coming. *And isn’t that how it always goes? The more experience you accumulate, the sooner you see the disappointment coming. Well, anyway, before the disaster can make a muck of everything, Jesus’ mom intervenes and engineers a solution to the pending social disaster…
Before the bride or groom l…

the more i know you

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the more i want to

The Holy Gospel according to St. John the first chapter!

There’s an episode of Seinfeld, where George is at a meeting. And as his character is want to do, he’s obliviously eating an conspicuous amount of shrimp that’s been set out. One coworker though, notices; and calls George out in front of everyone.
“Hey George,” he says. “The ocean called. They’re running out of shrimp.” And everyone has a good laugh at poor George’s expense…
In the next scene, George is driving home, fuming about what happened. But then, it dawns on him! He thinks he’s comes up with what he should have said. He blurts out, to no one but himself, “why didn’t I say that.” Why did I say that…
…And I suspect we’ve all had similar experiences. Later on, when we look back on some situation; we wonder why we didn’t say something else.
…Do you think Andrew and the other disciple ever felt that way? When they looked back. After they saw just who Jesus was. Do you think they ever kicked themselves, when they rem…

he comes to make his blessings flow

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far as the curse if found

A Christmas Sermon from Luke's Nativity
This is the night of our dear savior’s birth!
…and all the while, the world is busy doing what it does best; counting. …Yeah, counting… Emperor Augustus does what emperors do; keeps track. Keeps count. He organizes a census to count all the world’s population…
And everyone goes along with it, too. All go back to the towns of their ancestry to be enrolled in the latest survey…
But, while the world was going about its business as usual, “the time came for Mary to deliver her child…”
While the world is busy counting; the one who refuses to to count is born! Mary gives birth to Jesus. Jesus who, as St. Paul once put it, “does not count our trespasses against us!” On the night when all the world is counting, the one who doesn’t count is born! Jesus who refuses to count our trespasses against us!
The irony! While the Emperor tries to count his kingdom, another king is born. A King who would rule by not counting. Jesus, the king of ki…

everybody's got a hunger

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a hunger they can't resist

a sermon from Isaiah 55:
Well, time is quickly running out; isn’t it? All that’s left are seven measly days before Christmas…
Are you ready? Do you have everything in order? Are the gifts bought and wrapped? Are the lights up? Have you decided on the menu? Are all the ingredients in the cupboards? Is the schedule set? Are the in-laws happy with it? Do you think the kids will survive it all without a meltdown? *Are you stressed out yet? Or is it too late for that, even? Yes, time is quickly running out. And the truth is we’re not ready, are we? Not yet, anyway. We’re counting on these seven last days. We need them if we’re going to get everything done in time! There’s so much to do, and every second helps…
And I hate to say it, but why should this season be any different from the rest? Because we live our lives by the clock, don’t we? All the appointments to keep. The deadlines to make. The seconds to sneak under. This season just amplifies what we already know; tha…

like the holiest dream, there's someone calling

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an angel whispers my name

A sermon from Ezekiel's vision of a valley filled with bones: 
On my left calf I bear a scar from a muscle biopsy. But the truth is, that scar reveals more than the vestiges of some operation…
I’ve always walked up on my toes ever since I was a baby. At first, my mom thought it’d go away when I became a better walker. But as I continued to grow, I kept walking that way. So my mom she mentioned it to the pediatrician. But he said I’d grow out of it once I noticed how other kids walked. He was only half right, though. Yes, I learned I walked differently, but I couldn’t do anything to stop it! I’d remember I was walking funny and make a few conscious efforts to correct it, but in a moment or two my mind would drift and I’d be on my toes again. *I mean, how often do you think about the way you walk?
So we went to specialists… And we tried a bunch of different things, but each one was as ineffective as the last. So finally, at wits end, the biopsy was scheduled. We’d ha…