Over the last few weeks, we’ve discovered the stories of four changed lives! They include a scholar, a five-time divorcée, a couple of blind men, and a wee-little tax-collector from Jericho. Each of them was burdened with baggage—the luggage of life. A suitcase of discontentment. A backpack full of shame and regret. A duffel bag overflowing with weariness and rejection. A satchel of greed and ill-gotten gain. Yet, each of them laid their luggage down at the feet of Jesus. Their lives were changed by an encounter with Christ. Read more…

How many of you remember the story of Zacchaeus? Of course, you remember. Anyone who hears his story never forgets. Zacchaeus is one of those memorable Bible characters we learn about in Sunday School. In fact, to this day, every time I hear his name I immediately hear that children’s song playing in the back of my mind.

Zacchaeus was a wee little man,

A wee little man was he.

He climbed up in a Sycamore tree

For the Lord he wanted to see.

Zacchaeus has the lamentable fortune of being remembered primarily because of his less-than-impressive stature—he was a “wee little man.” That’s just about all most of us remember about him so we tend to sell him short, so to speak. Read more…

The past few weeks, we’ve been talking about change. Change doesn’t always come easy for us. As the old saying goes, “A leopard can’t change his spots.” But I disagree. Where did we get the idea that we can’t change? From whence come statements like “It’s just my nature to worry,” or “I’ll always be pessimistic. I’m just that way,” or “I have a bad temper. I can’t help it. I’m a red-head.” Would we make similar statements about our bodies?  “It’s just in my nature to have a broken leg. There’s nothing I can do about it.” Of course, not. If our bodies malfunction, we seek help. Can’t do the same with our hearts? God wants to transform each of us in some pretty dramatic ways. He wants us to have a heart like his. But we can’t transplant our own hearts any more than we can remove our own appendix. New Year’s resolutions, willpower, and best intentions are not enough. What we need is an encounter with Jesus!

I heard a humorous testimony this week. A recent convert was asked to share her testimony in church about the difference accepting Jesus had made in her life. She nervously walked up to the pulpit and declared, “I’m so glad I got saved. Jesus has really turned my heart around. For example, I have an uncle I used to hate so much I vowed I’d never go to his funeral. But then I met Jesus, and now I just can’t wait to go to his funeral!” Read more…

I read a story this week about an Amish family visiting the big city for the first time. They were amazed by everything they saw. Having grown up and lived all their lives on a rural farm everything was completely new to them. Arriving at a fancy hotel, the father and son went inside to check into their room, leaving Ma with the horse buggy outside. While waiting at the reception desk, an old lady hobbled towards the lobby elevator and pressed the button. They’d never seen an elevator before and so they just watch the old lady to see what would happen. A moment later the doors slide open, the women stepped inside, pressed another button and the doors close. Curious, the father and son kept watching. About a minute later, the doors opened again and out came a stunningly attractive young woman. Without turning his head the father patted his son’s shoulder and said, “Boy, go get your mother.” Read more…

As another year begins, we’re reminded once again that Jesus is the world’s preeminent person. He looms so large over human history that we actually measure time by him; we date our letters, our birth certificates, our checks, and everything else from the year of his birth. It’s been 2015 years since Jesus came into our world and today there is no other name in heaven or on earth that is more loved, more revered or more controversial than Jesus.

At first glance, Jesus’ résumé is rather simple. He never traveled more than a few hundred miles from his hometown. He never wrote a book, never held a political office, never married, never went to college, never visited a big city, and never even won a poker tournament. Yet, everywhere he went, he left changed lives in his wake.

He still does. Read more…

It’s hard to believe today is the last Sunday of 2014. Where has this year gone?

As you look back over this year, it’s likely had its highs and lows. For some 2014 may have been a year full of joy and good memories. Maybe everything was going your way this year. And if that’s case, I’m happy for you. We praise God the years like those. But for others, this past year may be full regrets. The frustrating thing about time is that it always moves forward. The hands of the clock always move clockwise, and the pages of the calendar are torn off in only one direction. Time never moves backward; not an inch, not a step, never. Therefore a deed once done, can never be undone. A word once spoken, can never be unsaid. As a result, many of us live with certain regrets. People deal with those regrets in a variety of ways. Read more…

Let me start this morning by sharing a riddle with you.

There was a perfect man who met a perfect woman.  After a perfect courtship, they had a perfect wedding.  Their life together was, of course, perfect until, one snowy, stormy Christmas Eve this perfect couple drove along a winding road when and noticed someone at the roadside in distress. Being the perfect couple, they stopped to help. There stood Santa Claus with a huge bundle of toys.  Not wanting to disappoint any children on the eve of Christmas, the perfect couple loaded Santa and his toys into their vehicle. Soon they were driving along delivering the toys. Until, the driving conditions deteriorated and the perfect couple and Santa Claus had a horrible accident. Only one of them survived.

Question: Who was the survivor?

Answer: Santa Clause, because everyone knows there’s no such thing as a perfect man or a perfect woman in the first place. Read more…

A university student was seen with a large “K” printed on his T- shirt. When someone asked him what the “K” stood for, he said, “Confused.” “But,” the questioner replied, “you don’t spell “confused” with a “K.” The student answered, “You don’t know how confused I am.”

As we’ve seen throughout this series, the Christians in Corinth may as well have worn the same shirt. They were about as confused as a chameleon in a bag of Skittles. This congregation wrestled with problems ranging from elitism to eroticism. They struggled with everything from successful marriages to spiritual maturity. As we turn to chapter 11, we find Paul addressing yet another problem in the Corinthian congregation. This problem centered on the way they observed the Lord’s Supper. Read more…

For the past few weeks we’ve explored the book of 1^st Corinthians. If we’ve learned nothing else, we’ve learned this—the Corinthians were a mess. The church in Corinth was plagued with problems ranging from humility to harmony, from immaturity to impurity, and from lawsuits to a lack of sanctification.

Up to this point, Paul has been dealing with the sin reported to be known in the Corinthians congregation. But chapter seven begins this way: “Now about those questions you asked in your last letter…” (1 Corinthians 7:1 TLB). Apparently the Corinthians were confused about some matters and wrote to Paul, asking for guidance. The first issue they ask about is marriage. That shouldn’t surprise us. Marriage can baffle the best of us. Marriage is like twirling a baton, turning handsprings or eating with chopsticks. It looks easy until you try it.

The speaker at a woman’s club was lecturing on marriage and asked the audience how many of them wanted to “mother” their husbands. One member in the back row raised her hand.  “You actually want to mother your husband?” the speaker asked. “Mother?” the woman echoed. “I thought you said smother.” Read more…

Years ago, a large statue of Christ was erected high in the Andes on the border between Argentina and Chile. Called “Christ of the Andes,” the statue symbolizes a pledge between the two countries that as long as the statue stands, there will be peace between Chile and Argentina. Shortly after the statue was erected, the Chileans began to protest that they had been slighted — the statue had its back turned to Chile. Just when tempers were at their highest in Chile, a Chilean newspaperman saved the day. In an editorial that not only satisfied the people but made them laugh, he simply said, “The people of Argentina need more watching over than the Chileans.” Read more…