Toward the end of last calendar year, the Pew Research Center surveyed nearly 6500 Americans and asked them, “In your own words, why do you think terrible things happen to people through no apparent fault of their own?” Here is a sampling of some of the responses.
This evenings service is led by Pastor James Plocher from St. John’s Lutheran in Pardeeville.
The day is finally here! The wait is finally over! One year and two days ago, our contract was signed with Advanced Building Corporation, and in the time since then a lot has happened: we broke ground right out there. We put our volunteers immediately to work, pulling away the brick from the north wall of the building. We scurried to get our building permit just in time for the excavation.
As you well know by now, in our Lenten services this year we are spending some time with our Savior during “The Crucial Hours.” Crucial…coming from the Latin word “crux,” which means “cross.” These are the “cross” hours of Jesus, leading up to his “crucifixion,” again from “crux.” His “cross”-ifiction. These were intense hours for Jesus as his work of being this world’s Sin-Bearer reached its goal.
She ran down the hallway and into her room. She slammed the door and flopped onto her bed. She had had an awful day. It all started in school with an argument she had with a couple of her friends. Then, she felt like the teachers all had it in for her. When she got home, her parents started in on her. It was too much. She lay on her bed and cried. She thought to herself, “No one understands me!”
This Lenten season, the theme for our midweek services is The Crucial Hours, and that theme comes from the name of a book. The Crucial Hours is a commentary that was written by a Lutheran pastor several decades ago, focusing in on the events of Maundy Thursday and Good Friday. As a title, The Crucial Hours is actually a pun.
Once again, today, we make our annual pilgrimage to the mountain of transfiguration. And what we observe on this mountain is truly astounding. Jesus’ face, which looked so normal before, is now shining like the sun. Jesus’ clothes, which were so common before, are now dazzling white, more brilliant and more radiant than a fresh blanket of snow.
When I was at the Seminary, we were cautioned against boring people with stories about what happened to us in the “pastor’s office.” Well, I am going to begin by telling you what happened in my office this week. It was Monday morning and I had begun my work on this text. All of a sudden, there is an interruption. A man came in.
In the text today, the LORD would have us consider two very different plants. One is a shriveled and emaciated shrub. It endures a wretched existence, and it does no good for anyone. It lives in the middle of the desert with no irrigation. You can’t grow a garden out there.
You’ve got this friend. Let’s just say his name is “George.” You like George. Pleasant fella. Always nice to talk to. But one thing bothers you about George. Over time, it has become obvious to you from comments he has made that George does not believe in Jesus.
