What was from the beginning concerning the Word of Life, which we heard, which we saw with our own eyes, which we beheld, which we touched with our own hands, which we saw and heard, we disclose even to you, so that you might share a common bond with us.
This is how the first letter of John begins. We’re going to be spending some time with this letter the next few weeks; I plan to preach on passages from 1 John just about every Sunday from now until the end of May. So I want to encourage you to read it for yourself. Each week you can see what section we’ll read the following Sunday right here in your bulletin, so you can make those readings part of your personal devotions. Or you could just read through the whole thing at once; it’s not very long. And if you’re a woman, you can join the women’s Tuesday night group. They’ll be studying 1 John together starting this week, too.
Rejoice, o church, and sing praises to God on high, for today is the eighth day of the week. Now, I know what some of you are thinking, and don’t worry—this sermon is not a riff on some campy Beatles love song. And I have a feeling the rest of you are about to tell your poor preacher, who must be just exhausted after such a long week, that there are only seven days in week, dear, not eight. There’s no eighth day. Ah, but there is, and today is the eighth day. Continue reading
We come out this Easter morning to this beautiful point, this King and Queen seat of Rocks State Park, one of the few places in Harford County that might be described as “breathtaking.” Sure, we’re not exactly in the middle of the Rockies or the Swiss Alps, but the view from up here is wonderful, and with the sun just coming it, this is a great place to celebrate our Lord’s resurrection. This is my first time up here for a sunrise service, but I imagine some of you have been coming here for years, and this place is special to you—as it should be.