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Showing posts from May, 2011

Memorial Day

This weekend, we stop to remember that there are lives that must be honored. There are also lives that have been dramatically altered. The courses of lives have been dramatically reshaped, by both the physical and psychological wounding that come with war. These people warrant our ongoing care. I find myself haunted by a poem that was written over sixty years ago at the conclusion of WWII by the poet and playwright Archibald MacLeish. During WWII, MacLeish served as the Librarian of Congress. When the War ended, the Library of Congress staff wanted to hold a Memorial Service for its staff members who had gone off to fight and had not returned. MacLeish, whose identity as a writer, poet, and man of letters were already been well established, was asked to write it. He was in his early fifties and had been an artillery officer in the First World War, so he knew about combat and battlefield deaths. The poem MacLeish wrote was called The Young Dead Soldiers. These are some of its lines:We …

Sermon for May 15, 2011

The Secret Life of Sheep
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“Very truly I tell you, anyone who does not enter the sheep pen by the gate, but climbs in by some other way, is a thief and a robber. The one who enters by the gate is the shepherd of the sheep. The gatekeeper opens the gate for him, and the sheep listen to his voice. He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. When he has brought out all his own, he goes on ahead of them, and his sheep follow him because they know his voice. But they will never follow a stranger; in fact, they will run away from him because they do not recognize a stranger’s voice.” Jesus used this figure of speech, but the Pharisees did not understand what he was telling them. Therefore Jesus said again, “Very truly I tell you, I am the gate for the sheep. All who have come before me are thieves and robbers, but the sheep have not listened to them. I am the gate; whoever enters through me will be saved. They will come in and go out, and find pasture. The thief com…