Sixth Sunday of Easter (Year 3, NL)
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When we advertise our righteousness, it becomes self-righteousness
What we can learn from the parable of the Pharisee and the tax collector
Who is justified? (Luke 18:9–14)
This Reformation Day, I'm preaching the Gospel text from the lectionary.
October 27, Ordinary 30C (Luke 18:9-14)
Jesus' characters aren't nuanced; they're all elbows and ankles.
Cheap mercy (Luke 18:9–14)
What does Mr. Publican do once he arrives at home?
The Tax Collector and the Pharisee, by Raymond Quinsac Monvoisin
Art selection and commentary by Heidi J. Hornik and Mikeal C. Parsons
October 23, 30th Sunday in Ordinary Time: Jeremiah 14:7-10, 19-22; Luke 18:9-14
Nations as well as individuals need to look in the moral mirror in order to stop deceiving ourselves.
Humbled: Escaping the universe of pride
I used to picture humility as a door I was afraid to open. I never thought of it as an itinerary to holiness.
Eating in ignorance
Reconciliation requires relocation. To see the effects of our food choices, we have to get close to the land.
Blame the messenger
It has not happened all that often, but on occasions someone has been upset enough with a sermon I've preached to call me up and complain.
By James Sledge
Stories that get to us
Words of judgment are difficult to hear. Actually, I have no trouble hearing how they apply to others. And when the preacher gives a logical explanation of how the law applies to me, I understand it and nod my head in agreement. But it often makes little connection with my heart and even less with the way I live.
Sunday, October 24, 2010: Luke 18:9-14
Jesus uses this parable to lure us into a trap. Hearing it we cannot help but be thankful we are not like that Pharisee. If we are thankful we are not like him, then we are just like him.
Sin of scorn: Luke 18:9-14
The first time I heard the parable of the Pharisee and the tax collector was as a small child attending vacation Bible school at Pond Fork Baptist Church. I remember the end of the little curtained balcony where our class was held, sunlight coming into our room rejoicing through a dusty window, the buzzing of insects in the July fields outside, a flannel board with figures stuck on it, and best of all, the anticipation of a story, followed by Kool-Aid and cookies.