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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DkICRH0zcCp7ImA9WhRTFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110986006256063688</id><updated>2011-11-06T18:56:05.388-08:00</updated><category term="Baptism" /><category term="Lent" /><category term="off-Lectionary" /><category term="New Year" /><category term="Ascension" /><category term="Epiphany" /><category term="Christmas" /><category term="Advent" /><category term="Holy Trinity" /><category term="Christmas Day" /><category term="Year B" /><category term="Pentecost" /><category term="Year C" /><category term="Easter" /><category term="Christmas Eve" /><category term="Holy Name" /><category term="Year A" /><title>PostSermon</title><subtitle type="html">Put yourself in the Pulpit</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Scooper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897723268226845919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fda30XcCQoo/SR-txX__MwI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RZZTLhHl0kQ/S220/rover2.png" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/PostSermon" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="postsermon" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUANRXY-eCp7ImA9WhdbEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110986006256063688.post-1316641613070456355</id><published>2011-10-02T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T22:16:34.850-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-09T22:16:34.850-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pentecost" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Year A" /><title>Laying Down the Law</title><summary>Readings: 16th Sunday after Pentecost

As Christ's Resurrection is the defining event of the New Testament, so God's Theophany at Sinai is the defining event of the Old Testament. Our first reading takes us to the third day, when God speaks to all Israel assembled in fear and trembling at the foot of the mountain. God begins with the aseret hadevarim, Hebrew for the "ten words." We call them the </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/feeds/1316641613070456355/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2011/09/laying-down-law.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/1316641613070456355?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/1316641613070456355?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2011/09/laying-down-law.html" title="Laying Down the Law" /><author><name>Scooper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897723268226845919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fda30XcCQoo/SR-txX__MwI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RZZTLhHl0kQ/S220/rover2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8EQ3w5cSp7ImA9WxFWEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110986006256063688.post-756408191203472454</id><published>2010-05-30T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T00:00:02.229-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-30T00:00:02.229-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Year C" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pentecost" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holy Trinity" /><title>Make the Most of your Model</title><summary>Readings: Holy Trinity Sunday

In 1674, Thomas Ken wrote a hymn called Awake, My Soul, and with the Sun, which ends with the following verse, now sung as the Doxology in many of our Christian services:

Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. On this first </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/feeds/756408191203472454/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2010/05/make-most-of-your-model.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/756408191203472454?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/756408191203472454?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2010/05/make-most-of-your-model.html" title="Make the Most of your Model" /><author><name>Scooper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897723268226845919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fda30XcCQoo/SR-txX__MwI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RZZTLhHl0kQ/S220/rover2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIMSHc_eCp7ImA9WxFXGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110986006256063688.post-3370941709104660263</id><published>2010-05-16T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:19:49.940-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-26T22:19:49.940-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Year C" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Easter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ascension" /><title>Up, Up and Away</title><summary>Readings: Seventh Sunday in Easter, Year C

Jesus, whom his disciples loved, had been killed by crucifixion, a form of execution well-known for its pain and humiliation. After this horrific shame, he appeared to his disciples in a hyper-physical living form, able to enter rooms without passing through doors or walls, yet still able to eat food with them, and to touch them and be touched by them. </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/feeds/3370941709104660263/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2010/05/up-up-and-away.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/3370941709104660263?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/3370941709104660263?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2010/05/up-up-and-away.html" title="Up, Up and Away" /><author><name>Scooper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897723268226845919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fda30XcCQoo/SR-txX__MwI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RZZTLhHl0kQ/S220/rover2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAMSX08fCp7ImA9WxFQFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110986006256063688.post-1900712246073612994</id><published>2009-04-12T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:56:28.374-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-09T20:56:28.374-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Year B" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Easter" /><title>O Brightest Hope</title><summary>Readings: Easter Sunday, Year B

Sometimes there is a cloud over our lives, so vast, so dark that it is impossible to hope that it will pass over us. So overwhelming that it is impossible to hope at all. All one can experience is helplessness, despair. And the gnawing dread that things are getting worse. That we or our loved ones are going down into the pit from which there is no return. It is </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/feeds/1900712246073612994/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-brightest-hope.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/1900712246073612994?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/1900712246073612994?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-brightest-hope.html" title="O Brightest Hope" /><author><name>Scooper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897723268226845919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fda30XcCQoo/SR-txX__MwI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RZZTLhHl0kQ/S220/rover2.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fda30XcCQoo/Sd10ARBvVyI/AAAAAAAAA7k/EsyTYpy-8Y4/s72-c/Mafa057-small.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IAQHk4cSp7ImA9WxBWEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110986006256063688.post-4643013619437075563</id><published>2009-03-08T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:12:21.739-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-02T17:12:21.739-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Year B" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lent" /><title>Substitutionary Sacrifice isn't what it used to be</title><summary>Readings: Second Sunday in Lent, Year B

God, for no particular reason that we can fathom, singles out Abraham and promises him that he and his wife will have a son whose descendants will become many nations. Our Psalm sings of the great Day of the LORD, when the LORD shall rule over all the nations. The New Testament Reading covers many topics in one short passage: Faith, Law and Gospel, and </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/feeds/4643013619437075563/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2009/03/substitutionary-sacrifice-isnt-what-it.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/4643013619437075563?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/4643013619437075563?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2009/03/substitutionary-sacrifice-isnt-what-it.html" title="Substitutionary Sacrifice isn't what it used to be" /><author><name>Scooper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897723268226845919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fda30XcCQoo/SR-txX__MwI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RZZTLhHl0kQ/S220/rover2.png" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IER3o7fCp7ImA9WxBWEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110986006256063688.post-8895668532557385780</id><published>2009-03-01T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:11:46.404-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-02T17:11:46.404-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Year B" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lent" /><title>Give it Up this Season</title><summary>Readings: First Sunday in Lent

In our readings we go from God's covenant to Noah and all living creatures that survived the Great Flood, to the Jesus being baptized by John. The images are of a purification by water: first as a punishment/trial and then as a cleansing immersion. The first letter of Peter comments on both. There is much to talk about in these short texts, but I want to focus on </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/feeds/8895668532557385780/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2009/03/give-it-up-this-season.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/8895668532557385780?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/8895668532557385780?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2009/03/give-it-up-this-season.html" title="Give it Up this Season" /><author><name>Scooper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897723268226845919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fda30XcCQoo/SR-txX__MwI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RZZTLhHl0kQ/S220/rover2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MCRH4_fip7ImA9WxBWEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110986006256063688.post-8792319475998877829</id><published>2009-02-22T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:11:05.046-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-02T17:11:05.046-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Year B" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Epiphany" /><title>Transfiguration, Anyone?</title><summary>Readings: Transfiguration Sunday

In our Gospel reading we are treated to a remarkable incident reported by Mark. Mark has fewer lines of dialog for Jesus than any other Gospel. Mark is about action. Jesus did this, Jesus did that. Prophetic action that both foretold and made real the imminent coming of God's Kingdom.

This time it's the Transfiguration. Jesus' clothing becomes dazzling white, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/feeds/8792319475998877829/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2009/02/readings-transfiguration-sunday-in-our.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/8792319475998877829?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/8792319475998877829?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2009/02/readings-transfiguration-sunday-in-our.html" title="Transfiguration, Anyone?" /><author><name>Scooper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897723268226845919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fda30XcCQoo/SR-txX__MwI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RZZTLhHl0kQ/S220/rover2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MGSHw9fyp7ImA9WxBWEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110986006256063688.post-2953037048197946690</id><published>2009-02-15T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:10:29.267-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-02T17:10:29.267-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Year B" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Epiphany" /><title>On Embodiment</title><summary>Readings: Sixth Sunday after the Epiphany

So Naaman is healed by Elisha, who doesn't even do him the customary honor of coming out to see him. From within his house, Elisha sends his servant to tell Naaman to wash in the Jordan seven times and he will be cleansed of his leprosy. Not an encounter, just a message of good news: do this simple thing and you will be fine.

Elisha and Naaman are two </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/feeds/2953037048197946690/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2009/02/prophet-in-land.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/2953037048197946690?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/2953037048197946690?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2009/02/prophet-in-land.html" title="On Embodiment" /><author><name>Scooper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897723268226845919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fda30XcCQoo/SR-txX__MwI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RZZTLhHl0kQ/S220/rover2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8NRH8-fyp7ImA9WxBWEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110986006256063688.post-4600192365483026693</id><published>2009-02-08T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T16:28:15.157-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-02T16:28:15.157-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Year B" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Epiphany" /><title>Haven't You Heard?</title><summary>Readings: Fifth Sunday after the Epiphany

Have you not heard? The LORD brings princes to naught.

Let's count a few of the recent ones, shall we? Number 1, Hitler. Oh, wait, he shot himself after millions of soldiers and thousands of pilots and seamen kicked the asses of his army, navy, air force, and civilian population, and leveled most of the buildings in most of the cities of his country. </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/feeds/4600192365483026693/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2009/02/havent-you-heard.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/4600192365483026693?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/4600192365483026693?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2009/02/havent-you-heard.html" title="Haven't You Heard?" /><author><name>Scooper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897723268226845919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fda30XcCQoo/SR-txX__MwI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RZZTLhHl0kQ/S220/rover2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QMQX85eyp7ImA9WxBWEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110986006256063688.post-9061110139355495697</id><published>2009-02-01T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:09:40.123-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-02T17:09:40.123-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Year B" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Epiphany" /><title>Prophets, Priests, Kings and Law</title><summary>Readings: Fourth Sunday after the Epiphany

Islam has the audacity to claim all the Jewish prophets as Muslim prophets, from Moses to Jesus. So in the interest of inter-faith clarity, I would like to use today's readings to consider how prophethood was and is viewed in Judaism and Christianity.

To begin, note that the archetypal prophet, Moses, was not a priest. His brother Aaron was the priest </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/feeds/9061110139355495697/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2009/01/readings-fourth-sunday-after-epiphany.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/9061110139355495697?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/9061110139355495697?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2009/01/readings-fourth-sunday-after-epiphany.html" title="Prophets, Priests, Kings and Law" /><author><name>Scooper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897723268226845919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fda30XcCQoo/SR-txX__MwI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RZZTLhHl0kQ/S220/rover2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QGRnk-eCp7ImA9WxBWEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110986006256063688.post-3689509733077485246</id><published>2009-01-25T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:08:47.750-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-02T17:08:47.750-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Year B" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Epiphany" /><title>On Not Answering the Call</title><summary>Readings: Third Sunday after the Epiphany, Year B

To really understand the context of our Old Testament reading, you have to read the first four short chapters of the Book of Jonah. Jonah is the comic prophet. The LORD tells him to give a dire warning to Nineveh, a large Assyrian city that was a worship center for the goddess Ishtar.

At first, Jonah was having none of it. He knew what fate </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/feeds/3689509733077485246/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2009/01/readings-third-sunday-after-epiphany.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/3689509733077485246?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/3689509733077485246?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2009/01/readings-third-sunday-after-epiphany.html" title="On Not Answering the Call" /><author><name>Scooper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897723268226845919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fda30XcCQoo/SR-txX__MwI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RZZTLhHl0kQ/S220/rover2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UDSHo-fip7ImA9WxBWEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110986006256063688.post-6351565187564987361</id><published>2009-01-18T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:07:59.456-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-02T17:07:59.456-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Year B" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Epiphany" /><title>Answering the Call</title><summary>Readings: Second Sunday after the Epiphany, Year B

"Hey, you!"

"Here I am."

The call of the LORD and the response of the whole person, simple and immediate. "Here I am," was the way  you declared that you were not only present, but accountable and responsible. You declared that you were ready to do your superior's bidding.

But in the case of the young Samuel, "Here I am," was not enough. </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/feeds/6351565187564987361/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2009/01/being-here.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/6351565187564987361?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/6351565187564987361?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2009/01/being-here.html" title="Answering the Call" /><author><name>Scooper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897723268226845919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fda30XcCQoo/SR-txX__MwI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RZZTLhHl0kQ/S220/rover2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UGRXw8eip7ImA9WxBWEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110986006256063688.post-7553177006225409717</id><published>2009-01-11T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:07:04.272-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-02T17:07:04.272-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Year B" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Baptism" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Epiphany" /><title>Hand to Hand Baptism</title><summary>Readings: First Sunday after the Epiphany, Year B

Water. God's breath moving over the primordial water. John baptizing in the Jordan. Paul at Ephesus.

Pure, living water (flowing from a stream or a spring) was used by the Israelites to make a mikvah, to take a ritual bath to cleanse yourself after experiences that made you ritually unclean. The two innovative things about John's baptism were </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/feeds/7553177006225409717/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2009/01/hand-to-hand-baptism.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/7553177006225409717?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/7553177006225409717?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2009/01/hand-to-hand-baptism.html" title="Hand to Hand Baptism" /><author><name>Scooper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897723268226845919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fda30XcCQoo/SR-txX__MwI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RZZTLhHl0kQ/S220/rover2.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fda30XcCQoo/SWbptcMpuWI/AAAAAAAAAx0/W_49hSKPTlI/s72-c/Baptism-christ.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YMQ3s5eyp7ImA9WxBWEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110986006256063688.post-2238158814582792464</id><published>2009-01-04T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:06:22.523-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-02T17:06:22.523-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Year B" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><title>Wisdom, Folly, and Being Taken In</title><summary>Readings: Second Sunday in Christmas, Year B

It's difficult to date Jeremiah's writings with precision, but it appears that he wrote our Old Testament reading shortly before, or perhaps during the exile of Israel's elites into captivity in Babylon. "Hear the word of the LORD, O nations... He who scattered Israel will gather him, and keep him as a shepherd a flock." Israel was not being gathered </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/feeds/2238158814582792464/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2009/01/wisdom-folly-and-being-taken-in.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/2238158814582792464?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/2238158814582792464?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2009/01/wisdom-folly-and-being-taken-in.html" title="Wisdom, Folly, and Being Taken In" /><author><name>Scooper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897723268226845919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fda30XcCQoo/SR-txX__MwI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RZZTLhHl0kQ/S220/rover2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YAQHs6cSp7ImA9WxBWEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110986006256063688.post-8139440199133074715</id><published>2009-01-01T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:05:41.519-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-02T17:05:41.519-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Year B" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holy Name" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="New Year" /><title>What's in a Name?</title><summary>Readings: The Holy Name, Year B

In the ancient Middle East, one's name had special significance. Pharoahs of Egypt had their names carved everywhere, because the preservation of their name was part of insuring their immortality. Putting your name on something was a way of making it your own. Giving someone your true name was the equivalent of giving them your special confidence or trust.

The </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/feeds/8139440199133074715/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-in-name.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/8139440199133074715?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/8139440199133074715?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-in-name.html" title="What's in a Name?" /><author><name>Scooper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897723268226845919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fda30XcCQoo/SR-txX__MwI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RZZTLhHl0kQ/S220/rover2.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fda30XcCQoo/SVviH2YSLyI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Z_6mpUXFUwI/s72-c/baby-jesus-with-simeon-in-the-temple.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cFQn49eip7ImA9WxBWEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110986006256063688.post-6040841608170056711</id><published>2008-12-31T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:03:33.062-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-02T17:03:33.062-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Year B" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="New Year" /><title>A New Year, A Time for Justice</title><summary>Readings: New Year's Day, Year B



I will be brief, because I have a life, and as our Old Testament reading concludes: "I know that there is nothing better for them than to be happy and to enjoy themselves as long as they live; moreover it is God's gift that all should eat and drink and take pleasure in all their toil." I will shortly go and take pleasure in mine, go thou and do likewise.

And </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/feeds/6040841608170056711/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-time-for-justice.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/6040841608170056711?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/6040841608170056711?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-time-for-justice.html" title="A New Year, A Time for Justice" /><author><name>Scooper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897723268226845919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fda30XcCQoo/SR-txX__MwI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RZZTLhHl0kQ/S220/rover2.png" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4AQHw8eCp7ImA9WxBWEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110986006256063688.post-2019930701324337965</id><published>2008-12-28T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:02:21.270-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-02T17:02:21.270-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Year B" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><title>Robes of Righteousness</title><summary>Readings: First Sunday after Christmas, Year B

I know what you do.  You step out of the shower, face the mirror, and check your flaws. You cover them with clothes. Maybe you color your hair, or wear makeup. If you're young, you try to cover the acne, if you're older, the lines. That's human nature. That's biology.

But your inner flaws you can't see as easily, because they aren't reflected in </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/feeds/2019930701324337965/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2008/12/robes-of-righteousness.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/2019930701324337965?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/2019930701324337965?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2008/12/robes-of-righteousness.html" title="Robes of Righteousness" /><author><name>Scooper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897723268226845919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fda30XcCQoo/SR-txX__MwI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RZZTLhHl0kQ/S220/rover2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8BSHw5cSp7ImA9WxBWEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110986006256063688.post-7599109744519019321</id><published>2008-12-25T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:00:59.229-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-02T17:00:59.229-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Year B" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas Day" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><title>Let Heaven and Nature Sing</title><summary>Readings: Christmas Day, Proper III, Year B
Hymn: " Joy to the World"



"How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of the messenger who announces peace, who brings good news, who announces salvation, who says to Zion, "Your God reigns."

The writer of our Old Testament reading gave expression to the gratitude of his people for a national liberation. The exultation that his people had </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/feeds/7599109744519019321/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-heaven-and-nature-sing.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/7599109744519019321?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/7599109744519019321?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-heaven-and-nature-sing.html" title="Let Heaven and Nature Sing" /><author><name>Scooper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897723268226845919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fda30XcCQoo/SR-txX__MwI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RZZTLhHl0kQ/S220/rover2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAAR3wyfip7ImA9WxBWEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110986006256063688.post-2591620995965862640</id><published>2008-12-24T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T16:59:06.296-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-02T16:59:06.296-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Year B" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas Eve" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><title>Just this Baby</title><summary>Readings: The Nativity of our Lord, Proper 1, Year B, Christmas Eve
Hymn: "A Stable Lamp is Lighted"



Perhaps you can't hear the words of our Old Testament reading without Handel's Messiah running through your head. Surely, lofty music of some kind should accompany the mighty words of Isaiah, which promise the people Israel the end to their wars, and a son from among their own, given by God </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/feeds/2591620995965862640/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-this-baby.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/2591620995965862640?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/2591620995965862640?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-this-baby.html" title="Just this Baby" /><author><name>Scooper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897723268226845919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fda30XcCQoo/SR-txX__MwI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RZZTLhHl0kQ/S220/rover2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEDSXs-fyp7ImA9WxBWEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110986006256063688.post-550197480443624747</id><published>2008-12-21T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T16:57:58.557-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-02T16:57:58.557-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Year B" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Advent" /><title>The World Turned Upside Down</title><summary>Readings: Fourth Sunday in Advent, Year B

Advent is a season of waiting. For us in the 21st century it is a season of waiting for Christmas. For those of us so fortunate, we wait to put up the outdoor lights, to put up the Christmas tree, to eat the feast, to sing carols with friends and relatives. For those of us who have lost or maybe cut off our ties to society and family, we wait for a </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/feeds/550197480443624747/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2008/12/world-turned-upside-down.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/550197480443624747?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/550197480443624747?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2008/12/world-turned-upside-down.html" title="The World Turned Upside Down" /><author><name>Scooper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897723268226845919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fda30XcCQoo/SR-txX__MwI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RZZTLhHl0kQ/S220/rover2.png" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEGQ3w6fyp7ImA9WxBWEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110986006256063688.post-4736955009157657909</id><published>2008-12-21T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T16:57:02.217-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-02T16:57:02.217-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Year B" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Year C" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="off-Lectionary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Year A" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Advent" /><title>Waiting for Grace</title><summary>Readings: Any Sunday in Advent, Years A, B, and C
and "Christmas in the Trenches," John McCutcheon, 1984.



Advent, from the Latin adventus, means "The Coming," or "The Approach." Once recognized as a holy season of the Christian Church beginning four Sundays before Christmas, it was specifically about the coming of Christ — in our past as the baby Jesus, and in our future as Redemptor Mundi, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/feeds/4736955009157657909/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2008/12/waiting-for-grace.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/4736955009157657909?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9110986006256063688/posts/default/4736955009157657909?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://postsermon.blogspot.com/2008/12/waiting-for-grace.html" title="Waiting for Grace" /><author><name>Scooper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897723268226845919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fda30XcCQoo/SR-txX__MwI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RZZTLhHl0kQ/S220/rover2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

