Let us live by walking with Jesus, so that our Neo-Pagan neighbors, the witch, and frankly a lot of us Christians, can put down our crystals, our superstitions, our vision boards, and our bound sage in order to live out a liturgy of life, with rituals, practices, and behaviors that reflect who we are as followers of Christ.
As Jesus hung on the cross there would be no last second escape. No Greek goddess would swoop in to rescue him. He suffered alone. And yet even in that suffering he declared his victory on the spiritual battlefield to be your victory.
God can handle grief, rage, and cries for justice. God can handle the victim who cannot yet forgive. God can handle the prayer that comes out jagged and wounded. The good news is that God is holy and merciful enough to handle all our prayers.

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How can he say it? How can he say that Christ is after all the entire meaning of life for him, and that death is no real worry?
We live for the most part, on the strength of our moral fiber, under the law, by our zeal for God and all that which tickles our proud fancy.
Dear hearers of the word of God, you are finished. You cannot be the same now. All that is ended, over.
This sermon was originally given at Luther Seminary chapel on May 20, 1986.
Fullness, truth, reality – all this God gives us as his gift in Christ.
It is terribly easy to set up our theology as a buffer against the real coming of the Lord and its consequences.
Even though All Saints is a day for remembering the dead, it is not a day of mourning.
It seems to me that our greatest task is not that of seeking skills and methods whereby we can inject power into the gospel, but simply to beware lest we obscure the power that the gospel is
Good, we tend to think, is the absence of evil. But this reversal of the formula can only have disastrous consequences.
If you are going to lose your life for the gospel’s sake, you must begin by hearing it.
It’s God’s power that we are dealing with here that is made perfect in weakness, not ours. God’s power is made perfect in the weakness of the cross.
We worry about the fact our days are as grass – so we try to scratch out a place for ourselves, to make a permanent, lasting place, to climb to higher places and succeed, more often than not, only to hurt each other in the process.