The Sunday Sermonette
The Sunday Sermonette: Acts of Kindness.
We live in a society where selfishness rules the day. In this dog-eat-dog-eat world, we are surrounded by self-absorbed people who care nothing for others and only do things that benefit themselves. Many times, though, unselfish acts of kindness remind…
The Sunday Sermonette – Mistakes. (Originally published April 30, 2023)
Richard Jones, a naval engineer, was trying to invent a meter using tension springs to monitor power on maritime battleships. One of the springs fell off a table but bounced around the room. From this mistake, the Slinky was born.…
The Sunday Sermonette: Erased.
Joseph Stalin. The name alone conjures evil. And evil he was. Stalin ruled Russia for twenty-five years, instituting a reign of death and terror that by the time it ended, an estimated twenty million people had been killed, either…
The Sunday Sermonette – Lingering Scars. April 23, 2023.
“Sorry, Mr. Kalberg. Once I got to digging, I had to cut much deeper than I thought I would.” “Doc, this hole in my head! Will it heal properly? Will it leave a scar?” “Yes, it will heal just fine.”…
The Sunday Sermonette – Help Me to Sing.
When I wander where I shouldn’t, please, Father God, help me to sing – Come home, come home, you who are weary come home. Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling, calling, O sinner, come home! When I ponder…
The Sunday Sermonette: Messages Ignored.
At 2:18 on the morning of April 15, 1912, the lights on board RMS Titanic flickered and went out forever, plunging her luxurious interiors into darkness, along with over 1500 passengers, all clamoring for a spot on her rising stern.…
The Sunday Sermonette – The Last Sunset.
Easter, 1912, fell on April 7th. England’s magnificent cathedrals would have been packed, their soaring, columned interiors filled with the sweet bouquet of incense and majestic choral music. But on the RMS Titanic, its luxurious interiors were being readied…
The Sunday Sermonette- Expiration Dates.
In June 1962, Mom, Dad, and I moved into our house on Wilson Drive in the College Park Subdivision. Vast stretches of College Park were then nothing more than palmetto-invested pine thickets crisscrossed by streets. I remember seeing our…
The Sunday Sermonette – No Greater Love.
Is there anything cuter than a little baby? Squiggling around. Cooing. Smiling a toothless grin. Squealing with joy. Little arms stretched out, wanting to be held. And then, something that’s not supposed to happen, happens. The child’s heart begins a…
The Sunday Sermonette – Home.
For the first fifty years of the 20th Century, ocean liners were the largest man-made moving objects on earth. They ruled the seven seas with their glamour, speed, and style. They were floating cities, a microcosm of society in those…
The Sunday Sermonette – Chosen Last.
“To those of us who knew the pain of valentines that never came. And those whose names were never called when choosing sides for basketball…” When I first heard Janice Ian’s song, “At Seventeen,” in the fall of 1975,…
The Sunday Sermonette – Miserable Comforters.
You remember poor, old Job, don’t you? There he was in the lap of luxury. Rich. Comfortable. His family large and successful. He was healthy, and life was good. He was righteous and faithful to God, too. He was…