As we continue our journey to Holy Week, I want to pick up from Last week’s blog.  This time looking primarily in Matthew’s Gospel.  The theme of Jesus as the Servant of God was heard in the Voice from heaven at Jesus’ baptism by John.  As you recall, the Voice quoted two passages of Scripture:

“This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased.” (Matthew 3:17 NIV)

In this blog, I reflect on a passage that may strike us as quite strange.  Its perceived strangeness may be a reason, not to ignore it, but to more closely listen to it.  Our church family is on an uncertain journey, as we search for a place to come together.  The following passage tells us of a missionary journey by Paul, Silas, Timothy, and maybe others.  No doubt they were sent out with prayers and with a well-planned itinerary.  But now look at what happened in the journey.

I want to make one additional blog on Matthew 18.   In verses 19-20, Jesus said:

19 “Again, truly I tell you that if two of you on earth agree about anything they ask for, it will be done for them by my Father in heaven. 20 For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them.” (NIV)

The fourth and final presentation I gave at the TRYAD camp was drawn from Matthew 18:21-35 and focused on forgiving.  Rather than reproduce that presentation here, I want to simply focus on two aspects of forgiveness, either received or given.

People can use the word “miracle,” rather carelessly, including describing finding a parking spot.  In the past few days, I’ve heard the word mentioned more than any time I remember. 

Since the recent Presidential debate, much of our talk has been about age related disabling conditions.  (NOTE:  THIS IS NOT ABOUT PARTISAN POLITICS, so look elsewhere if you’re looking for Trump bashing, Biden bashing, or political prognostication.) What it is about is getting older and dealing with ailments and disabilities that come with it.  Very few of us die in good health, and no one dies because of good health.

None of us see the world directly.  From the moment of our birth, we begin to see the world through filters.  Early on, our family strongly influences us and we learn about the world through them.  Schools, media, books, churches, and our friends, all of whom have their own filters, help develop our filters. 

John 13: 25 So while reclining next to Jesus, he [the beloved disciple] asked him, “Lord, who [will betray you]?” 26 Jesus answered, “It is the one to whom I give this piece of bread when I have dipped it in the dish.” So when he had dipped the piece of bread, he gave it to Judas son of Simon Iscariot. 

The cursing of the fig tree in Matthew 21:18-22, might be viewed as a capricious, petty, and negative miracle.  Of one thing I can be certain, Jesus was not capricious or petty ever, but especially not during this last week of His life of ministry... 

As I write this blog, I’m listening to Christmas choral music.  I love Christmas and have felt that way for as long as I can remember.  I especially love the music of Christmas, both sacred and secular.  Listening to Christmas concerts, as we did last night and plan to listen again to Saint Olaf University’s Christmas concert, has become an unbreakable family tradition.

What follows is a reflection I wrote in 2018, that is fully applicable today.  As we sadly experienced, 2020 brought additional grief to all of us.  For me, it included the death of my Mother, and our dear brother, Mike Myers.  The years following have been little better. In this year, 2023, my Kelley family suffered the loss of several of my cousins and second cousins.  In the present moment, two wars rage, killing thousands.  Those wars, along with only increasing partisan animosity, have more deeply divided our nation. 

As World War II was breaking out, C. S. Lewis began writing his Space Trilogy.  Today’s readers of these works may have greater trouble than his original readers accepting the premise that Mars and Venus were populated by sentient beings and civilizations.  Trust me, it will be worth the effort!

A buffet restaurant commercial opens with a family sitting around a table and the oldest person says, “Back in my day…” I don’t know what he says next, because I hit the mute button.  However, I’m struck by this common phrase among senior folk, “Back in my day...”

We have looked at individuals mentioned in Acts, such as Paul, Barnabas, and Luke, the author of Acts.  In this blog, I want to highlight a couple, who are always mentioned together.  They are Aquila and Priscilla (Acts 18:2), or at most other times, Priscilla and Aquila, or Prisca and Aquila.  Priscilla is the affectionate diminutive of her proper name, Prisca (Romans 16:3).

As I mentioned in my last post, I intend to address an issue that the writers of the New Testament discuss at great length.  I will not, indeed cannot, discuss this at great length in this blog.  Yet, I will briefly discuss Luke’s tackling of this reality in Acts, with a glance back to his Gospel, and Paul’s letter to the Romans. 

…On [Philip’s] way he met an Ethiopian eunuch, an important official in charge of all the treasury of the Kandake (which means “queen of the Ethiopians”). Acts 8:27 (NIV)

In my last post, I spoke of one of the New Testament’s truly good guys, who was full of faith and the Holy Spirit.  However, not everyone in the New Testament is like Barnabas.  Meet a Samaritan named Simon, and don’t expect The Good Samaritan.

Acts 11: 22 News of [Greeks responding to the Gospel in Antioch] reached the church in Jerusalem, and they sent Barnabas to Antioch. 23 When he arrived and saw what the grace of God had done, he was glad and encouraged them all to remain true to the Lord with all their hearts. 24 He was a good man, full of the Holy Spirit and faith, and a great number of people were brought to the Lord.

Acts 2:44 All the believers were together and had everything in common. 45 They sold property and possessions to give to anyone who had need. (NIV)

Acts 4: 32 All the believers were one in heart and mind. No one claimed that any of their possessions was their own, but they shared everything they had. 

There is a scene in the classic western, “The Magnificent 7,” where Chris, the leader of a small group of men who are good with guns, approaches a character named Harry about joining in an effort to help a small Mexican village defend itself from a large band of bandits.  Harry is convinced, however, that this is just a cover for something bigger, such as gold, cattle, or payroll.  “Only what I told you,” said Chris.  “Sure, never mind. Just tell me when you can,” Harry replied.  Exasperated, Chris says, “Harry, please don't understand me so fast!”