SCOTT ANDERSONReadings for this Sunday:
Proverbs 1:20-33 | Psalm 19 | James 3:1-12 | Mark 8:27-38 Who do we say Jesus is? I suspect it is a more complicated question than we might first imagine it to be. I also suspect it is more related than we might first imagine to the question of what Jesus meant when he said to his disciples, “If you want to become my followers…” deny yourselves and take up your cross and follow. So I wonder if we might play a little with these two questions today. Explore them a bit together: Who do we say Jesus is and then, what does it and what doesn’t it look like to follow, to be his disciple, to take up our cross?
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Scott AndersonReadings for this Sunday:
2 Samuel 5:1-5, 9-10 | Psalm 48 | 2 Corinthians 12:2-10 | Mark 6:1-13 The packing list is small. What a gift that is! Just a staff, shoes, the clothes on your back. No need to worry about bag fees or security measures. No images of trudging down dusty roads dragging behind you a pile of luggage, with that one wheel that broke on that last leg of the trip giving you fits as it drags a wave of dirt with it, kicking up dust, your shoulders getting tired. Scott AndersonToday's Scripture:
Isaiah 42:1-9 • Acts 10:34-43 • Matthew 3:13-17 I know it may be hard to believe, but I have not always been the suave, macho, cultured, thick-haired, man’s man that you see before you today. As a matter of fact, I was a pretty awkward teenager—especially in my middle school years. I was reminded of this last week when these texts and the subject of baptism came up, because I was baptized as a fifth or sixth grader. I grew up in a tradition that did not practice baptism for infants as well as adults, as we do, so infant baptism wasn’t an option for my parents, even though the church was always a part of my life. So baptism came for me during my middle school years which, let’s just say, wasn’t optimal in my adolescent mind. I was shy, I lacked confidence. I didn’t have the rock-hard abs and chiseled features that I sport today—oh, and the realistic self-image! What was going on that day, in truth, made little sense to me, although it mattered. Scavenging whatever dignity I felt I had was probably foremost on my mind. The last thing I wanted was to be noticed. And to be baptized was to be the center of attention, at least for a brief moment. |
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