I am currently serving as the pastor of a small, wonderful church in the Poconos. I have also preached at some other churches in the area. Here’s where I’ll post those, if you’d like to listen in.
Noah’s life was spared in the flood, but he wasn’t spared from seeing the flood, from hearing the cries of those swept away by the waters…Read More
Jesus never has fit the image of what people expected him to be. Who is he to you?Read More
Grief and loss are real. And they are a part of life – none of us will pass from this world without experiencing some sort of loss and grief.Read More
God didn’t give up on David, he didn’t give up on Paul, and he isn’t giving up on us. Do you know why? Because God doesn’t give up on his children!Read More
Over the last four weeks, we’ve been focusing on Jesus as the real superhero. We’ve watched as he has healed the sick, restored life to the dead, walked on water, calmed the winds, cast out demons, and fed thousands of people with five loaves of bread and two small fish. Compared to all of those things, today’s passage may seem a bit … anticlimactic. But that is exactly why I chose this scripture to end our series on. This is from the beginning of Mark, before we saw any of those miracles take place, yet it beautifully captures all that Jesus was and is, and did and does. This passage provides the ultimate proof that Jesus is the only real superhero. He was then, he is today, and he always will be. Let’s jump into this a bit here by taking a look at the background. This passage takes place after John the Baptist has been put in prison. Now we know that in the time before Jesus began preaching, John the Baptist had been preaching about the time to come. By the time we get to the Gospel of Mark, John’s message of repentance is over and it’s time for Jesus’ message to begin. John had been preaching about a time to come, and Jesus was now preaching that the time HAD come. John preached a baptism of repentance for the remission of sins; Jesus preached that the kingdom itself was at hand, so believe the gospel. John did not preach the gospel; he preached that the gospel bearer was coming. See how this all fits together? Pretty cool, right? To hear more, click here…...Read More
A few years ago, I was in England for a book festival. One rainy weekend morning I woke up with nothing on my agenda, so I decided kind of on the spur of the moment to take a train to Oxford. I wanted to see the town, and the colleges, of course, and the pub made famous by C.S. Lewis and JRR Tolkien. And something about the fact that it was a gray and drizzling day really appealed to the romantic in me. So off I went. And I spent the day seeing all the sights I could find. It is really a beautiful, storybook English town, and I loved every moment of it. But when it got dark I knew I’d better head back to my train and my hotel. I knew my way back to the train but somehow I turned a street too early, and about halfway down the block, I realized my mistake. So I stopped for a moment to get my bearings, and as I looked around, a movement caught my eye and I looked down. There was a young girl sitting in the doorway of a closed shop. She was somewhere in her early 20s, with dirty blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was painfully thin, with a sweet face. She gave me a timid smile and put out her hand. And it wasn’t until she did, that I realized she was begging. Now, I’m no stranger to panhandlers. I’ve been approached by them countless times in New York, in Philly, in other states, and in other countries. But for the first time ever, I didn’t just give her money and continue on my way. This time, I sat down on the pavement beside her. She was, as you’d expect, really surprised and a little bit weirded out. But I introduced myself and she told me her name is Lottie. We sat and talked for more than an hour, and she told me her story, and what life was like living as a young homeless woman in England. I thought of that night, in that dark Oxford doorway, when I read today’s passage from the Gospel of Mark. To hear more, click here…...Read More