Ezekiel 37:1-14 It is so that in these last days I have meandered between the various readings assigned for the Festival of Pentecost this time around. I pondered the nearness of the Spirit in Romans, (Romans 8:22-27), how One could be so close and know each one of us so well so as to be …
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Brevig Mission, Alaska and the 1918 Flu: Can These Bones Live?
Ezekiel 37:1-14 Can these bones live? For as long as I have been a pastor, I have preached in stories. The challenge in these last weeks, though, has been that I have no stories, no actual experience of a time such as this. I expect you don’t either. As a result, I have found myself …
A Pentecost Wind
Ezekiel 37:1-14 Acts 2:1-21 The wind blew one day a few weeks back. It blew in a time and place where I was not, but I quickly became aware of its power and its presence. It blew across open fields on one of the first days the farmers were able to get out on their …
“The Children’s Teeth…”
Ezekiel 18:1-4, 25-32 Matthew 21:23-32 “What do you mean by repeating this proverb concerning the land of Israel, “The parents have eaten sour grapes, and the children’s teeth are set on edge?”” So begins this little slice of the prophet Ezekiel which will be read where many of us worship this year on the first …
These Dry Bones and Lazarus and Tooth #30
Ezekiel 37:1-14 John 11:1-45 I do hope my reflection here does not trivialize the power of the images before us now as we find ourselves in a valley of dry bones suddenly re-assembled and infused with breath once more and in the crowd looking on as Jesus’ beloved friend, Lazarus — dead these four days …
These Dry Bones
Ezekiel 37:1-14 I am fortunate, I know, to know so very little of the scene which Ezekiel encountered in the vision before us now. One can only imagine the devastation which must have preceded what resulted in a valley full of dry bones. No, indeed, the closest I can come to comprehending such as this …
“The Will of the Father…”
Ezekiel 18:1-4, 25-32 Matthew 21:23-32 So much time has passed since then. Even so, I still offer this story with no small measure of pain. We stood around her casket on a rainy Christmas Eve forty years ago. It was just my mother and dad, my three sisters, my grandfather, and me. There was no visitation for receiving …