• power is not the point

    by  • September 18, 2018 • 2 Comments

    I preached at North Madison Congregational Church again last Sunday. The text was Mark 8:27-38, a passage that offers new things any time I read it. Here is my sermon. __________________________ When the gospel writers began to put the stories down on parchment, many years after Jesus had ascended, they seem to have organized...

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    I smell a song . . .

    by  • September 4, 2018 • 3 Comments

    I preached this week at United Churches of Durham, Connecticut, as a part of their Summer Preaching Series. My text was James 1:17-27. ____________________ When I read our passage from James this week, the first thing that came to mind for me was Broadway show tunes. Am I right? No? Well, let me explain....

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    dressing for the day

    by  • August 30, 2018 • 2 Comments

    I preached last Sunday at North Madison Congregational Church UCC—my first time to preach there. I drew from two passages, Ephesians 6:10-20 and 1 Samuel 17:31-40, both of them having to do with armor. —————————- I have to start this morning with two confessions. The first is that I have never found much use...

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    not numb enough

    by  • August 28, 2018 • 5 Comments

    I’m behind on my posts. This is a sermon I preached at First Church of Christ, Congregational of East Haddam, Connecticut a couple of weeks ago. ____________________ I have an old friend who is a singer-songwriter. He lives in Texas now, but many years ago he lived in California for awhile and we wrote...

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    what is this?

    by  • August 5, 2018 • 4 Comments

    I preached this morning at our church in Guilford. The first Sunday of the month is when we observe Communion. The passage for today was Exodus 16:2-15, when God gave the people manna from heaven. Though some of it is specific to our church, I hope you find something here that speaks to you....

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    being milton

    by  • August 3, 2018 • 9 Comments

    As far back as I can go in my memory, I remember my father talking about his dad dying at age fifty-seven. No Cunningham male had lived beyond that age, which meant my father was in his mid-twenties when his father died.  Just before he turned fifty-seven and I was in my mid-twenties, Dad...

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    weather report

    by  • June 13, 2018 • 9 Comments

    I didn’t grow up with snow. My parents were missionaries in Africa. What I remember as a child were the rainy seasons and the dry seasons that alternated year after year. One day we were listening to the radio in Zambia and the announcer said, “And now the weather report . . . ,”...

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    living and dying in 3/4 time

    by  • June 3, 2018 • 3 Comments

    I preached again at First Church of Christ, Congregational of East Haddam, Connecticut. They are without a pastor, and so I have sort of become the building sub, as it were. My text today was 2 Corinthians 4:5-12. I must also say I altered one line in the poem below, which has now been...

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    you are my friends . . .

    by  • May 6, 2018 • 6 Comments

    I preached again today at the First Christian Church, Congregational of East Haddam, Connecticut—a wonderful congregation. My text for today was John 15:9-17. I was a high school English teacher for about ten years. One of the things I was determined to differently than those who had taught me was the way in which...

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    this is what love looks like

    by  • April 22, 2018 • 1 Comment

    I preached this morning at the United Churches of Durham, Connecticut–a lovely congregation. Here is my sermon, “This is What Love Looks Like.” Our choice of scripture today follows the Revised Common Lectionary, which offers a psalm, an Old Testament reading, a reading from one of the gospels, and a New Testament reading. Out...

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    first breakfast

    by  • April 9, 2018 • 6 Comments

    I preached at my home church yesterday and afterwards we shared a pot luck meal called “Every Dish Tells a Story . . . .” We asked people to bring food that had a story attached to it, and then we ate together and talked about our lives. We had a great day. Here’s...

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    they were terrified . . .

    by  • April 1, 2018 • 2 Comments

    Here is my Easter sermon from this morning at First Church of Christ Congregational of East Haddam, Connecticut. “They Were Terrified . . .’ Mark 16:1-8 When the sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices, so that they might go and anoint him. And very early...

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