March 27, 2024
"Can I tell you about the best sermon I never heard?" Matt Proctor asked the crowd at ICOM last November. "If I could time travel just once . . . I would go back to Luke 24. On that very first Easter Sunday . . . the resurrected Jesus is walking on the road to Emmaus, talking with two travelers. . . ."
March 15, 2020
(An eyewitness’ account*) By Glen Elliott To Luke, my brother in the Lord, from Cleopas. I understand you’ve been collecting eyewitness accounts about the life of Jesus. Here is mine. I live in a small town called Emmaus. I have made the journey to and from Jerusalem many times in my life. But one such journey forever changed me. Here’s what happened that Sunday. Passover Week in Jerusalem A friend and I had been in Jerusalem for the Passover celebration with others who were following one who was clearly a prophet. God had not sent a prophet to his
April 21, 2019
By S. J. Dahlman I met Peter a few weeks after arriving in Platt Bridge, then a down-at-heels village just outside Wigan, in northwest England. When we crossed paths one chilly March day and said hello, my accent caught him off guard. (Wigan wasnâ™t exactly a tourist town.) âAre you American?â he asked. âYes,â I answered. âWhat brings you here, then?â I told him I was the new minister at the Church of Christ on Victoria Road. âFancy that,â his wife chimed in. We introduced ourselves and stood chatting for a half hour. That was the beginning of an off-and-on
August 22, 2014
By Mark S. Krause In the old Errol Flynn movie The Adventures of Robin Hood, there is a remarkable scene of revelation. Robin Hood has been fighting the injustice of evil Prince John, who was ruling England in the absence of his brother, King Richard the Lionheart. King Richard had gone to the Holy Land for a Crusade, and his whereabouts are uncertain. Some believe him dead. However, Richard returns to England with a few men, incognito, in the dress of monks. Richard realizes his danger and decides to seek out Robin Hood in Sherwood Forest. Still clad in monk”s
September 9, 2007
By Pat Magness The front page of our local paper recently featured a photo of a bluebird balanced precariously on a slender branch, a large strawberry in its open beak, and scruffy-looking baby bluebirds to the right and left, both squawking for food. You might ask how a printed photograph could squawk, and all I can say is that I could tell these babies were hungry and I could hear them squawking right off the page. I identify with that little bluebird. Much of my adult life has been consumed with feeding the hungry, sometimes the squawking hungry, sometimes the
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