Three men. Perhaps they were boyhood friends all their lives. Perhaps they hooked up as adults. We know these men existed, but we don't know much about them. What we do know is instructive. These three men were probably comrades in arms, members of the Zealots. The Zealots were a political party that advocated the violent overthrow of the Roman government so that Israel could be an independent nation again. The historians of the time attest that they would sponsor frequent revolts, uprisings, and terroristic attacks on the Romans.
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The parable of the man who turns away the midnight caller? Ridiculous! The idea that God would find a way to restore a broken relationship with people who will not obey simple, life giving commands, is absurd. No. Ridiculous! The idea that someone would choose vain and empty philosophies and catch phrases after entering a relationship with the true and eternal God? Ridiculous!
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Hosea 1:2-10 My daughter was a Peace Corps volunteer in a small country in Central America. I went to visit her, and we were walking along a dirt road on the edge of the small town where she lived. An aged vehicle rattled toward us. A man and women sat in the front seat; three small children crowded into the back. My daughter waved and the couple returned the friendly gesture.
When Moira's husband was killed in a car crash at the age of 35, Moira was understandably devastated. For days she was in shock and hardly knew what she was doing. And since she'd kissed Mike goodbye as usual that morning, she couldn't believe that he was really dead, even though the police arrived at her place of work and told her. But Moira just couldn't take it in.
Then, as it eventually began to dawn on her that it really was true and that she'd never see Mike again, she felt utter, crushing despair. It was then that she began to bargain with God.
This sermon was prepared for and preached at a chapel service at Columbia Seminary at which the Lord's Supper was celebrated. The bread was three loaves in a basket on the Table. These loaves were broken at the time of the distribution of the elements. The Moores referred to lived next door to me at the time. Mrs. Moore was manager of the seminary dining hall.