Sermons

  • Tally Marks on a Blackboard – Exodus 15:1-11, 20-21; Matthew 18:21-35
    At our pastors text study group this week, one of our members shared about a skit he read in a book a long time ago. The skit featured a married couple who kept track of their grievances with each other and how many times they had to forgive each other by making tally marks on
  • Love Fulfills the Law – Romans 13:8-14; Matthew 18:15-20
    Eleanor Shellstrop is a self-centered, party hard thirtysomething on the television show The Good Place. All of her relationships are shallow, including her relationships with her seeming best friends and roommates. She does what she wants when she wants, largely because she truly believes the only thing that matters in life is doing what makes
  • Take Up Your Guitar and Follow Me – Romans 12:9-21 and Matthew 16:21-28
    In our gospel reading for this morning, Peter rebukes Jesus for talking about the coming suffering of the Messiah. Jesus responds to him by saying, “You are setting your mind not on divine things but on human things.” Now, I don’t know about you, but I often set my mind on human things rather than
  • Where Are My Keys? – Exodus 1:8–2:10; Matthew 16:13-20
    When I was a teenager, I had no interest in driving. So, my parents couldn’t take away my keys when I misbehaved because that wasn’t really a punishment for me. For my brother, though? There was nothing worse in the whole world than losing his keys, and along with them, his freedom. All my parents
  • Preparation, Compassion, and Courage – Genesis 45:1-15; Matthew 15:10-28
    While I sat in Centennial Park yesterday enjoying a root beer float at the How Great Thou Art art sale, I noticed a squirrel gathering acorns. The squirrel was picking up acorns, removing the acorn caps, peeling the green outer coatings off the nuts, and then scampering around the grass looking for the perfect place
  • A Wilderness Pit, and a Stormy Sea – Genesis 37:1-4, 12-28; Matthew 14:22-33
    When I was a kid, I was always afraid when I was home alone. I wasn’t home alone very often because my mom stayed home with us during most of our growing up years, but occasionally she would run an errand, or I would come home from school to an empty house. Whenever that happened,