Chosen and Accepted

Read Luke 1:46-56.

This morning I did something that I do almost every morning, and something that I generally only do on Sunday mornings when I know I’m going to be up here behind the pulpit. I made choices, specifically this shirt and tie combination. Yes, I also chose my pants and my socks, but you can’t really see those at the moment, can you? This might seem like a trivial thing, but I counted and I have 32 collared shirts that I could wear with a tie, and more than 20 ties, so that is a lot of combinations. If you’re wondering why I have so many shirts and ties, back when I worked retail I had a wear to a tie to work most days, and even though I don’t now, I still have most of them.

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Mountains and Valleys

Ready 1 Peter 4:12-19 and Ecclesiastes 11:1-8 to start.

This will probably not come as a surprise to anyone, but I’m not a climber. I really don’t climb all that much. Not trees, not rocks, not ladders if I can help it, and certainly not mountains. Stairs I can handle. I might hike trails from time to time, but climbing is more of a challenge for me. Having short legs and being a heavyset person doesn’t exactly mesh with vertical ascents.

Some people do like to climb mountains though. People climb pretty much every mountain there is, even when it’s incredibly dangerous. Sometimes I expect because it’s incredibly dangerous. More than 400 people have died on Mount Everest, for example, five of them so far this year. I certainly wouldn’t want to try climbing it myself, especially when weighed against the risk, but lots of people do it. All of those dead bodies on Everest, for example, were once highly motivated individuals. They wanted to get the top of the tallest mountain on earth, and they endured severe hardship to do so, even at the cost of their lives.

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The Bread of Life

Read John 6:1-14 and 26-41 to start.

Many years ago, when I was in high school and starting university, I worked at a 24 hour gas station. There are lots of stories I could tell about that place, between interesting coworkers, colourful customers, the unbelievable amount of mess that you have to clean up when you break a 1.5L glass bottle of Pepsi, but that’s not what I want to talk about this morning. This gas station was special in that it had a bakery, a real bakery, with dough and ovens and everything. That meant that most every morning, six days a week if I recall correctly, there was a baker who came in and baked bread. When you worked night shift, which ended at 7:00 am, and the baker came in around 6:00, if you were lucky you would enjoy the smell of fresh baked bread at the end of shift.

I don’t know about you, but there are few smells better than the scent of fresh baked bread. Usually we get store-bought bread, but Laura bakes bread occasionally, and the smell just fills the house. It’s so good. A loaf of fresh bread also looks amazing, she brushes a little melted butter on top of the bread while it’s still warm to crisp up the crust and enhance the flavour. It’s rare that a loaf lasts a full 24 hours.

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Hope Devotion

We are gathered here today to remember and celebrate Garry Hope, or Hope as many people called him. Garry was my father in law for the last 22 years, and he was a father, a grandfather, a husband, a neighbour, and a friend, to so many others for far longer than that in many cases. No matter how you knew him, what your relationship with him might have been, you no doubt knew his smile, his laugh, and his enthusiasm.

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Stuff My Kids* Have Said, Volume Three

It’s been a full year since since the last volume of Stuff My Kids Have Said, and four years since Volume One. But of course my children continue to talk, and some of what they say is far too memorable and far too amusing to keep to myself.

Last time I included a quote from myself, this time there’s one from my wife, because it’s entirely deserving to be here.

Once again, kids, apologies in advance.

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Darkness and Light

Read to 1 John 1 and Genesis 1:1-4 to start

Are you familiar with the song “The Sound of Silence” by Simon and Garfunkel? While I enjoy the song, it’s not exactly a cheerful tune; it’s about social isolation and alienation. Although it’s more than 60 years old, it feels even more relevant now than it did in the 1960s. I mention it this morning because we’re going to be talking about darkness and light this morning, and that song starts with the line “Hello darkness my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again.”

Let’s get one thing straight right off the mark — darkness is not your friend. Oh, you might be friendly with darkness, you might be comfortable with it, but certainly darkness will be as comfortable and accommodating as you want it to be, but it’s not your friend. A friend wants good things for you, and darkness does not.

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Go All the Way

Read Acts 4:34 – 5:11 and Mark 10:17-22 to start.

Before I get started this morning, I would like to tell a story about something that didn’t actually happen. The other day I’m driving home from work in my new car, and I kinda sorta completely rolled through the stop sign at the corner of Pembroke Road the rte 17. Not a good idea, especially when the RCMP have been out in force lately. Yeah, there was a cop car going by and he flashed the red and blue lights and pulled me over. Not great. He left me waiting for minute or two, and it’s not like he was running my plate because I have a temporary permit on the vehicle, so I figure this is just letting me stew for a bit. He came sauntering up to my window, and he asked “I suppose you know why I pulled you over today?” I don’t want a ticket for rolling the sign, so I answered, “Because I don’t have a plate? See, I just got bought this car, I have the temporary permit on the front there, and I have insurance docs and the bill of sale right here.” He replied with “No, it’s because you didn’t stop at the stop sign right there.” “Oh, well, I did slow down, isn’t that basically the same thing? What’s the difference?” The officer scowled at me, then took out his baton and started poking me with it, right in the chest up against the collarbone a couple of times, and then he said “Do you want me to slow down, or do you want me to stop? Or is that the same thing?”

Now, before you get concerned, I’m going to remind you that this didn’t actually happen. I don’t think there are too many RCMP constables who would do something like that, and I’m not going to sass an officer that pulled me over. This story was to illustrate a point, that there is a difference between doing something fully and doing something part way, a big difference.

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Good/Bad/Ugly – Ring Shaped Foods

We all eat food, probably every single day, multiple times. And while there is a nearly endless selection of food options out there, there are certain key aspects that most foods have. Flavour. Nutrition. Texture. These are the defining characteristics, but there is also shape to consider. While some food has no discernible shape – I’m looking at you, soup, most does. Often that shape is integral to the idea of that food. Think of a slice of pie, a meatball, or an ice cream cone.

Today I’m rating foods that are distinctly ring shaped. Could these foods exist in other shapes? Certainly in some cases. But some are so specifically ring shaped that they can only exist in that state, or they would be something else entirely.

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And Why Should I Care?

Read to start Matthew 6:25-34 and Luke 10:38-42.

Before I get started this morning, I’m going to talk about puppets and the cartoon dogs who play with them. And yes, this might seem like a strange and roundabout way to start a sermon, but I promise it’s going somewhere. Who here is familiar with the children’s show Bluey? For those who are not, it’s an Australian cartoon about a family of dogs, blue and red heelers to be specific, which is easily the best children’s show on TV at the moment. I would suggest it might be the best overall show with the widest appeal on TV by some standards. It’s mostly about the antics of a dog named Bluey and her sister Bingo and their parents Chili and Bandit, and also their friends and neighbours. One quasi-character on the show is  annoying sassy puppet unicorn Unicorse, played by Bandit, who serves the purpose of teaching lessons and getting an uncooperative Bluey to go back to bed.

Unicorse has a catchphrase, which anyone who has seen the episodes in question will no doubt remember – aaaaaaand why should I care? In the context of the show, that is intended to display how over the top annoying the puppet can be. But outside that context, the question is entirely legitimate. Why should I care? Why should you care? About anything and everything?

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The Worthy Centurion

Read Luke 7:1-10 to start

This morning I’m going to start with a disclaimer: this is not the sermon I originally planned to preach today. My original plan was a sermon on the topic of being worthy. This was inspired largely as a result of the Bible study we are doing as a family on the book of Revelation, as that is a topic that comes up repeatedly in the early chapters, in particular in relation to how Christ is worthy to open the scroll, and how He is worthy to receive glory, and honour, and praise. Certainly a sermon on the topic of Christ’s worthiness would be a significant and valuable topic, but that’s not even what I planned to preach.

I was looking at how people can be worthy, what does it mean to be worthy, especially when you consider that in Romans chapter 3 we are told quite specifically that none of us are worthy, for we are all unrighteous, unprofitable, lacking in understanding, and gone astray. We know that we have all gone wrong, gone off the path. That is not in dispute. Even at our best we certainly do not measure up to God’s standards. That is at the very core of why we need a Saviour, because we cannot save ourselves.

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