Presbymom

Matthew 25:1-13 Ordinary Time   Church is a very rhythmic place with predictable seasons and scripture, celebrations and remembrances. November 12 is one of the last Sundays in the church season called ordinary time. Seasons are funny things – not just the unpredictable weather of North Texas, but the leaning that we tend to do toward the exciting seasons. All of our stores and malls have already moved on to the Christmas season. Most of us already have well-planned Thanksgiving agendas. What do we do in these big stretches of time between the feasts? How do we spend our ordinary time?   What does that word ‘ordinary’ mean anyway? What defines ordinary for you? Is ordinary the routine days between excitement? Is it the time when we are called upon to be patient in waiting for the next thing that is exciting or meaningful? Is it the dull stretches between holidays and vacations while we are waiting for that next event or get together? Life may certainly feel that way, but i

  Matthew 13:1-9 and 18-23 One of the things that my family enjoys doing together is attending college football in the fall. My daughter Sydney is probably already counting down the days. A scene that comes to mind when I think of today’s scripture happened to us in College Station before an Aggie game. In the pre-game busyness with thousands of people gathering outside the stadium, a brave student had positioned himself atop a post and was loudly proclaiming his religious beliefs. Few if any in the crowd paid attention – my immediate assumption is that he was condemning our pre-game activity or even football – so along with the crowd, I moved on to my tailgating, not hearing a word this man said. To some – the young man on the post was the sower from the parable, spreading seeds as broadly as possible without concern that the soil was appropriate to receive his message. I would have been the rocky ground that did not receive the seed. Ouch! How often do we feel like this m