Preaching the Scriptures

  The Rev. Jeremiah Williamson Isaiah 25:6-9 & Revelation 21:1-6a   Living Dreams   Time, like an ever-rolling stream, bears all our years away; they fly, forgotten, as a dream dies at the opening day.   But what if they don’t?   What if dreams never die?   What if they ride the ever-rolling stream of time, passed down through the ages like the most precious of family heirlooms?     Today, on this All Saints’ Sunday, we look to the heavens and we marvel at those who blind our eyes with their dazzling halos; they stand before us like guiding stars leading us to the crèche of Christ but at a seemingly impossible distance.   We hang them in the sky, light years above our human toil.   Untouchable.   Beyond reach.   Imagining they possess, like comic book heroes, supernatural abilities with which we are simply not blessed.   But in truth the only thing that separates the saints of old from us, besides...

  The Rev. Jeremiah Williamson Isaiah 35:4-7a   Dreamer   Isaiah was as dreamer.   And I mean that as a compliment.   And I say that, because, while I know pretty much what every person in this world is against these days, I know almost nothing of their dreams.   I know what makes them rage, but I have no idea what brings tears to their eyes.     It sometimes feels like we are living on a scorched earth.   To me it feels like everywhere I look there is seething discontent, just so much anger; every post, that is not a baby, a pet, or a pun, is a complaint, frustration, or insult; every headline a tragedy; every cable news segment a red-hot poker; every life and every death fuel for some partisan fire.     Of course, there are things in the world that should fill us with holy anger, but just probably not everything.     I don’t claim to know all the reasons for all the anger; I’m sure they are legion. ...