Matthew 25:1-13 It was the late winter in 1979. I was a senior in high school and competing at the state tournament in forensics. Extemporaneous speaking was my event. I grew up in a small town some 80 miles west of Chicago. We had a great speech program, mind you, with wonderful coaches. Those in …
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Oil For Our Lamps…
Matthew 25:1-13 Oh, it is so that as I read the saga of those bridesmaids my chest tightens just a little. For I have always worried about being ‘ready.’ No, perhaps not so much — maybe not enough even — about being ‘ready’ for the ultimate return of the ‘ bridegroom. But in the day-to-day I …
The Foolish Bridesmaids
Matthew 25:1-13 The story I offer now is an old one. It comes to mind today because the ending is the same as the one in the story Jesus tells today. The door was closed on me. I was in the 3rd grade. Our class room was on the second floor. There were two entries …