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Monday, November 17, 2025

Breaking News for a Broken World

2025-11-16 Luke 21:5-19 What Good Are Predictions?

Or, Breaking News for a Broken World

 

In today's lesson, Jesus is making predictions.  

We like predictions.  

Weather predictions. College football predictions.  

The stock market.  

Our health. Our kids.  

Our marriage.

"Will you still need me? Will you still feed me? When I'm 64? Or 24?

 

We also like predictions when it comes to God.

If the apocalypse is this coming Tuesday, it might be nice to know.

But even if we know the future, does it matter?  

Or will we still be living in the past?

 

What Good are Predictions?

Is it just that people are the same now as they always were?  

Why make predictions when the breaking news broke 2000 years ago?

 

---

 

Maybe the Talking Heads were right.  

The world, the news – it's all same as it ever was.

 

This is the Action News 10:48 Report. Live from Trinity Presbyterian Church (USA).  

Your first source for news, weather, sports, AND Jesus.

 

We have Breaking News this morning.  

According to the Gospel lesson, the beautiful stones of the temple are about to be thrown down and not one stone will be left upon another.  

Citizens are urged to seek shelter and to stay away from the area.  

 

In international news, there are reports of wars and insurrections.  

Nations are rising against nation.  

Kingdoms are rising against kingdom.  

YOU'RE about to be persecuted and arrested.  

You'll be betrayed by your parents and siblings, relatives and friends.  

Everybody hates you.  

They'd like to put you to death.

(Oh boy, sounds like a good day to stay in bed.)

 

Now, let's send it over to our Storm Team for today's forecast.  

It's bad.  

Really bad.  

Dreadful portents and great signs from heaven indicate a 90% chance of earthquakes, famine, starvation, and plagues the likes of which we haven't seen since Moses.  

Hey, weather.  

Let my people go.

 

Now: sports. Thanks. Speaking of disasters, Brian Kelley. Hugh Freeze. Billy Napier.  

Three Horsemen of the Apocalypses.

Get fired, get rich, like the Terminator, you'll be back.

 

We'll be right back after 10 minutes of mission from car dealers, injury lawyers, and the new medication for your crippling anxiety and nose hair loss.

 

Is this Action News? Or a repeat? Same as it ever was.

 

--

 

 

Welcome back. To the church of the future. And the past.

Funny how history – and predictions – repeat themselves.

Even after 2000 years.

 

Back in the good-old days, people went to their religious leaders for all kinds of forecasts.  

Weather, wars, post-menopausal pregnancies.  

In the Old Testament they'd sacrifice a bull and read its intestines.  

Now, we've got devices that let us read the bull anywhere.  

They link us to satellites streaming the future to wall-size plasma entertainment centers with 4K resolution and Dolby Atmos sound.  

We have rings that predict our health,  

watches that call 911,  

and glasses that alert us what the food we're looking at is going to do to us.  

"I'm sorry, Dave. I can't let you eat that."

 

Jesus made predictions.  

But WE'VE got AI.  

Containing the whole of human knowledge.  

Is the world going to end Tuesday?  

I don't know.  

Let's ask ChatGPT.  

And while we're at it, have an Amazon drone drop a milkshake from heaven.  

If Jesus knew what we've got now, he'd come back just for that.

 

As far as predicting what's going to scroll up next in life, we've gone from "You need Jesus" to, "Who needs Jesus?"  

We've got The Algorithm!

Progress!  

Like and subscribe to life as we show it.  

If tomorrow does come, our news feeds will feed us news even more alarming.

 

--

 

Planning for Apocalypse.

 

The Bible has a small number of scriptures like today's.  

It's a kind of literature called, Apocalyptic.  

The people around Jesus's time loved Apocalyptic like we love our podcasts.

Apocalyptic's that section of Barnes and Noble with the Left Behind books.  

Apocalyptic's also some books in the Bible's library, like Daniel, Joel, and the best of all, Revelation.  

They tell us what's going to happen.  

But they're hard to understand.

 

We can choose to read these scriptures literally -- anxiously -- as on-the-scene news reports direct from the future.  

Live from the cosmic end-times.  

We often read it like that.  

Inquiring minds want to know what's next.  

We all do.

 

But. Is that what Jesus wants us to know?  

Is the future what he wants us to worry about?

 

--

 

Biblical Apocalypse

 

A few times in the Bible Jesus goes Apocalyptic.  

Very few times, but they're there.

 

Like:

 

You will see 'a blasphemous object that brings destruction' (the abomination of desolation), quoting Daniel.

 

And  

'the sun will grow dark,

    and the moon will turn to blood [not give its light].

 The stars will fall from the sky (Mark 13)

 

 

And when Matthew says Jesus says:

If people are on the roofs of their houses, they must not go down to get anything out of their houses. If people are in the fields, they must not go back to get their coats. …. How terrible it will be for women who are pregnant or have nursing babies! Pray that it will not be winter  or a Sabbath day when these things happen.

 

Jesus DOES get Apocalyptic.  

A few times.

Not as many as people think.

But even when he does get predict-y, he outright denies – denies – he has any power to predict the future.  

As in Mark 13, when he says:

No one knows when that day or time [hour] will be, not the angels in heaven, not even the Son. Only the Father knows (Mark 13).

 

Jesus is NOT our gypsy fortune teller.

 

We can get fixated on end-times.  

Jesus doesn't.  

Jesus refuses to predict with Doppler Radar accuracy.

Because he's not looking for end-times.  

Jesus is looking at your-times.  

Jesus sees our-times.  

He talks about what's happening, in OUR news -- here, now.  

Who's hungry, now.  

Who's sick, now.  

Who's in jail, now.  

Jesus was a living live-stream of the news of the hour.  

He broadcasted what it takes to endure -- to endure times like his.  

He told us we'd have to endure days – days like ours.

We'd have to have the endurance to get ready now for whatever future days are surely coming:

Tomorrow, next week, next minute.

 

Jesus didn't tell us to put our hope in FORECASTS.  

He told us we'd find our hope by ENDURANCE.

Endurance -- he said.  

It's right there in black and white. In red, possibly, helpfully.  

In verse 19 he says:

 

"By your endurance you will gain your souls."  

 

Endurance.

 

That's Jesus's breaking news for a broken world.  

That's his daily forecast for us.  

For every day.

 

--

 

Enduring OUR apocalypses.

 

When tragedy strikes,  

we remember where we were, who we were with, and what we were doing when the big news hit.  

 

I grew up in Huntington, West Virginia.  

I and everyone else who lived in the Tri-State area remembers exactly where we were the night of the Marshall University plane crash.  

When the entire football team died.  

 

What news days do you remember?  

Like, when JFK was shot.  

When the Challenger exploded.  

We remember where we were and who we were with on 9/11.  

We remember who we were quarantined with during COVID.  

Whose nursing home windows we pressed our hands against.  

 

I shudder to think what "little apocalypses" our kids and grandkids will remember.  

 

Breaking News may not break us, but it sure leaves a scar.  

 

Back in first century Israel,  

if you were any kind of follower of Jesus,  

if you were Jewish,  

if you were just a traveler passing through Jerusalem,  

you remember exactly where you were on that horrific day in 70AD.  

 

You remember like it was yesterday.  

In 70AD, on the day the Romans got sick and tired of putting up with you, your uprisings, your rebellions.  

When they rode into town with weapons of massive destruction, and burned the Temple to the ground.  

Not one stone left upon the other.  

The literal home of God -- wiped off the map.  

The people of God massacred.  

The chosen children of God enslaved.  

The left behinded herded off on the Trail of THEIR Tears.  

The city of God, razed.  

Gone.

 

If you had been there, you couldn't be blamed for asking, "Where was God, then?"  

"Where was God reporting from, that day?"  

Was he off the air?

 

A couple of generations after Jesus, a little church of believers wrote their history down.  

They called it, "According to Luke."  

It was a brand-new section in the Bible's library, called, Gospel.  

Gospels are faithful souls weaving their memories into the stories of Jesus.  

The writers wove their stories into God's story.  

They wrote the truth.  

Their truth.  

Maybe not always literal truth.  

God's truth.  

The truth of their lives and the truth of Jesus's life.  

The truth of faith.

 

Faith NOT for the future.  

Faith for the now.

 

--

 

The Back of the Future.

 

One of my favorite Bible stories is from Exodus 33.  

Moses wants proof that God is God.  

He asks God, "Please, show me your glory."  

God's glory: The glowing radiance of God's face, brighter than a thousand suns.  

It's an outrageous request.  

And God tells him so.  

"No one can see my face and live."

 

So God makes a deal.  

God will put Moses into a safe cave on a cliffside, and then cover it up.  

God will walk past.  

And when God gets a safe distance, He'll pull away his hand and Moses will get to see God's back.  

Not God's blinding high beams.  

But God in the rear view mirror.  

Moses couldn't see God coming.  

But he could see where God has been.

 

The people of the First Church of St. Luke weren't the disciples who saw Jesus face to face.  

They may not have been there for the temple destruction.  

But they could see where God has been.  

Like Moses did.  

Like we do.  

We might not know what God is doing.  

Might not know where God is.  

And no one, not even Jesus, by his own admission, could predict when and where God was going to be next, or when and how the next apocalypse would happen.  

But what you can't see, you can remember.  

Together.  

Those shared memories build a roadmap to the future.

 

The people of Luke couldn't predict the future any better than you and I can.  

But they could remember the past.  

Just like we do.  

They could remember a Temple destruction.  

They could hear wars and rumors of wars.  

They could see nation rising against nation, kingdom against kingdom.  

They could remember earthquakes and famines.  

They could remember being rounded up and herded off, being persecuted, being killed.

They could remember those days just as clearly as we remember OUR times when it felt like the end was coming.  

Our days -- when the end was here.  

They could remember those bad days of the past.

But they could also remember the good days.  

They remembered the disasters, but they also remembered the light, the hope, the love of Jesus.  

And they wrote Gospels as their way of swearing they'd never forget.

When people never forget – together – God appears.

 

When our apocalypses happen –  

and it's not hard to believe they will –  

When tragedy strikes, we'll see the news the moment right after the moment the news breaks.  

But by the saving grace of Jesus Christ, we won't break.  

We will remain.  

Not by our cleverness, not by our strength, not by our trust in some artificial intelligence singularly greater than ours will ever be.  

Not by any of that will we go on.

 

Jesus tells us.  

The Bible tells us:  

By your endurance you will gain your souls.

 

Not by forecasting.  

Not by forgetting.  

Not by pretending.  

Not by ignoring.

 

By our endurance.  

Will we gain our souls.

When we remember together.  

 

It's hard to tell when we read our Bibles, but Jesus is being very Southern in his speech here.  

When he's saying YOUR soul, what he really means is, "Y'all's souls."  

Jesus made declarations of DE-pendence.  

Dependence on each other.  

Dependence on God.

 

Y'all will all gain y'all's souls by your endurance. Together.

 

The Bible is an all y'all kind of book.  

Nearly every "you" is plural.  

Our Bible is meant to be read together, interpreted together, prayed over together.  

 

Sometimes, we-all can be a little too independent.

 

--

 

Speaking of Independence, 249 years ago, the great patriot, Thomas Paine, described the troubles of his own days.  

"These are the times that try men's souls."  

His young American world was shaking, quaking, flooded with trouble.  

There were wars and rumors of wars.  

Kingdoms and nations at each other's throats.

Literally.

 

We see our news today.  

These are also times that try men's and women's and children's souls.  

These times try our united spirit.  

It's getting harder every day to know what's true and what's not.  

It's hard to make an accurate guess where the next shooting, or assassination, or hurricane, or fire, or war, or famine is going to be.  

Could be anywhere.  

Hard to know.  

We have apps for that.  

But still.  

It's always a gamble.  

 

Like Moses, we see God the moment God's passing by.  

We'll know the future the split-second it becomes the past.  

And then, it'll be our turn -- just like it was for Luke's faithful people –  

it'll be our turn to figure out where God was.  

It'll be our turn to figure out where God is when our next news breaks.  

It's our turn to figure out where God is -- right now.  

In our lives.  

Separately.  

And together.  

Because we're God's "All y'all."

 

Jesus doesn't tell us WHEN we'll find our souls.  

Our COLLECTIVE soul and spirit.  

He doesn't tell us WHEN.  

But he does tell us how.  

By OUR endurance, he says -- by our unified endurance we'll find our souls.  

If we keep on, together, we'll all find our souls precisely in the broken moments we need them.  

 

When our predictions go stale, our ENDURANCE keeps us fresh, living just enough for one more day.  

And one more day.  

God doesn't bring us back to the future.  

God brings us back to today.

God's endurance brings us back to our souls.

 

--

 

One Final, Big, Beautiful Prediction

 

In the Gospel According to Matthew, 6:34, Jesus predicts the future about as accurately as he or as anyone else ever could.  

He examines the maps. He goes to the Big Board. He sees the bull.

And then, to a worried world, a broken world full of heartbreaking news,

He says, "So  

do not worry about tomorrow,  

for tomorrow will bring worries of its own.  

Today's trouble is enough for today."

 

That was true back then.

And it's true for our todays.

How did Jesus know that?

 

That's all the prediction we need.  

It's all the accuracy we can handle.

Let us endure THIS day.

Let us not live in the past.

Let us not try to foresee the unseeable future.

Let's live in this day, in this time.

With THESE troubles.

And with OUR endurance.

And let that be enough.  

 

[eos]

 

Breaking News for a Broken World

2025-11-16 Luke 21:5-19 What Good Are Predictions?

Or, Breaking News for a Broken World

 

In today's lesson, Jesus is making predictions.  

We like predictions.  

Weather predictions. College football predictions.  

The stock market.  

Our health. Our kids.  

Our marriage.

"Will you still need me? Will you still feed me? When I'm 64? Or 24?

 

We also like predictions when it comes to God.

If the apocalypse is this coming Tuesday, it might be nice to know.

But even if we know the future, does it matter?  

Or will we still be living in the past?

 

What Good are Predictions?

Is it just that people are the same now as they always were?  

Why make predictions when the breaking news broke 2000 years ago?

 

---

 

Maybe the Talking Heads were right.  

The world, the news – it's all same as it ever was.

 

This is the Action News 10:48 Report. Live from Trinity Presbyterian Church (USA).  

Your first source for news, weather, sports, AND Jesus.

 

We have Breaking News this morning.  

According to the Gospel lesson, the beautiful stones of the temple are about to be thrown down and not one stone will be left upon another.  

Citizens are urged to seek shelter and to stay away from the area.  

 

In international news, there are reports of wars and insurrections.  

Nations are rising against nation.  

Kingdoms are rising against kingdom.  

YOU'RE about to be persecuted and arrested.  

You'll be betrayed by your parents and siblings, relatives and friends.  

Everybody hates you.  

They'd like to put you to death.

(Oh boy, sounds like a good day to stay in bed.)

 

Now, let's send it over to our Storm Team for today's forecast.  

It's bad.  

Really bad.  

Dreadful portents and great signs from heaven indicate a 90% chance of earthquakes, famine, starvation, and plagues the likes of which we haven't seen since Moses.  

Hey, weather.  

Let my people go.

 

Now: sports. Thanks. Speaking of disasters, Brian Kelley. Hugh Freeze. Billy Napier.  

Three Horsemen of the Apocalypses.

Get fired, get rich, like the Terminator, you'll be back.

 

We'll be right back after 10 minutes of mission from car dealers, injury lawyers, and the new medication for your crippling anxiety and nose hair loss.

 

Is this Action News? Or a repeat? Same as it ever was.

 

--

 

 

Welcome back. To the church of the future. And the past.

Funny how history – and predictions – repeat themselves.

Even after 2000 years.

 

Back in the good-old days, people went to their religious leaders for all kinds of forecasts.  

Weather, wars, post-menopausal pregnancies.  

In the Old Testament they'd sacrifice a bull and read its intestines.  

Now, we've got devices that let us read the bull anywhere.  

They link us to satellites streaming the future to wall-size plasma entertainment centers with 4K resolution and Dolby Atmos sound.  

We have rings that predict our health,  

watches that call 911,  

and glasses that alert us what the food we're looking at is going to do to us.  

"I'm sorry, Dave. I can't let you eat that."

 

Jesus made predictions.  

But WE'VE got AI.  

Containing the whole of human knowledge.  

Is the world going to end Tuesday?  

I don't know.  

Let's ask ChatGPT.  

And while we're at it, have an Amazon drone drop a milkshake from heaven.  

If Jesus knew what we've got now, he'd come back just for that.

 

As far as predicting what's going to scroll up next in life, we've gone from "You need Jesus" to, "Who needs Jesus?"  

We've got The Algorithm!

Progress!  

Like and subscribe to life as we show it.  

If tomorrow does come, our news feeds will feed us news even more alarming.

 

--

 

Planning for Apocalypse.

 

The Bible has a small number of scriptures like today's.  

It's a kind of literature called, Apocalyptic.  

The people around Jesus's time loved Apocalyptic like we love our podcasts.

Apocalyptic's that section of Barnes and Noble with the Left Behind books.  

Apocalyptic's also some books in the Bible's library, like Daniel, Joel, and the best of all, Revelation.  

They tell us what's going to happen.  

But they're hard to understand.

 

We can choose to read these scriptures literally -- anxiously -- as on-the-scene news reports direct from the future.  

Live from the cosmic end-times.  

We often read it like that.  

Inquiring minds want to know what's next.  

We all do.

 

But. Is that what Jesus wants us to know?  

Is the future what he wants us to worry about?

 

--

 

Biblical Apocalypse

 

A few times in the Bible Jesus goes Apocalyptic.  

Very few times, but they're there.

 

Like:

 

You will see 'a blasphemous object that brings destruction' (the abomination of desolation), quoting Daniel.

 

And  

'the sun will grow dark,

    and the moon will turn to blood [not give its light].

 The stars will fall from the sky (Mark 13)

 

 

And when Matthew says Jesus says:

If people are on the roofs of their houses, they must not go down to get anything out of their houses. If people are in the fields, they must not go back to get their coats. …. How terrible it will be for women who are pregnant or have nursing babies! Pray that it will not be winter  or a Sabbath day when these things happen.

 

Jesus DOES get Apocalyptic.  

A few times.

Not as many as people think.

But even when he does get predict-y, he outright denies – denies – he has any power to predict the future.  

As in Mark 13, when he says:

No one knows when that day or time [hour] will be, not the angels in heaven, not even the Son. Only the Father knows (Mark 13).

 

Jesus is NOT our gypsy fortune teller.

 

We can get fixated on end-times.  

Jesus doesn't.  

Jesus refuses to predict with Doppler Radar accuracy.

Because he's not looking for end-times.  

Jesus is looking at your-times.  

Jesus sees our-times.  

He talks about what's happening, in OUR news -- here, now.  

Who's hungry, now.  

Who's sick, now.  

Who's in jail, now.  

Jesus was a living live-stream of the news of the hour.  

He broadcasted what it takes to endure -- to endure times like his.  

He told us we'd have to endure days – days like ours.

We'd have to have the endurance to get ready now for whatever future days are surely coming:

Tomorrow, next week, next minute.

 

Jesus didn't tell us to put our hope in FORECASTS.  

He told us we'd find our hope by ENDURANCE.

Endurance -- he said.  

It's right there in black and white. In red, possibly, helpfully.  

In verse 19 he says:

 

"By your endurance you will gain your souls."  

 

Endurance.

 

That's Jesus's breaking news for a broken world.  

That's his daily forecast for us.  

For every day.

 

--

 

Enduring OUR apocalypses.

 

When tragedy strikes,  

we remember where we were, who we were with, and what we were doing when the big news hit.  

 

I grew up in Huntington, West Virginia.  

I and everyone else who lived in the Tri-State area remembers exactly where we were the night of the Marshall University plane crash.  

When the entire football team died.  

 

What news days do you remember?  

Like, when JFK was shot.  

When the Challenger exploded.  

We remember where we were and who we were with on 9/11.  

We remember who we were quarantined with during COVID.  

Whose nursing home windows we pressed our hands against.  

 

I shudder to think what "little apocalypses" our kids and grandkids will remember.  

 

Breaking News may not break us, but it sure leaves a scar.  

 

Back in first century Israel,  

if you were any kind of follower of Jesus,  

if you were Jewish,  

if you were just a traveler passing through Jerusalem,  

you remember exactly where you were on that horrific day in 70AD.  

 

You remember like it was yesterday.  

In 70AD, on the day the Romans got sick and tired of putting up with you, your uprisings, your rebellions.  

When they rode into town with weapons of massive destruction, and burned the Temple to the ground.  

Not one stone left upon the other.  

The literal home of God -- wiped off the map.  

The people of God massacred.  

The chosen children of God enslaved.  

The left behinded herded off on the Trail of THEIR Tears.  

The city of God, razed.  

Gone.

 

If you had been there, you couldn't be blamed for asking, "Where was God, then?"  

"Where was God reporting from, that day?"  

Was he off the air?

 

A couple of generations after Jesus, a little church of believers wrote their history down.  

They called it, "According to Luke."  

It was a brand-new section in the Bible's library, called, Gospel.  

Gospels are faithful souls weaving their memories into the stories of Jesus.  

The writers wove their stories into God's story.  

They wrote the truth.  

Their truth.  

Maybe not always literal truth.  

God's truth.  

The truth of their lives and the truth of Jesus's life.  

The truth of faith.

 

Faith NOT for the future.  

Faith for the now.

 

--

 

The Back of the Future.

 

One of my favorite Bible stories is from Exodus 33.  

Moses wants proof that God is God.  

He asks God, "Please, show me your glory."  

God's glory: The glowing radiance of God's face, brighter than a thousand suns.  

It's an outrageous request.  

And God tells him so.  

"No one can see my face and live."

 

So God makes a deal.  

God will put Moses into a safe cave on a cliffside, and then cover it up.  

God will walk past.  

And when God gets a safe distance, He'll pull away his hand and Moses will get to see God's back.  

Not God's blinding high beams.  

But God in the rear view mirror.  

Moses couldn't see God coming.  

But he could see where God has been.

 

The people of the First Church of St. Luke weren't the disciples who saw Jesus face to face.  

They may not have been there for the temple destruction.  

But they could see where God has been.  

Like Moses did.  

Like we do.  

We might not know what God is doing.  

Might not know where God is.  

And no one, not even Jesus, by his own admission, could predict when and where God was going to be next, or when and how the next apocalypse would happen.  

But what you can't see, you can remember.  

Together.  

Those shared memories build a roadmap to the future.

 

The people of Luke couldn't predict the future any better than you and I can.  

But they could remember the past.  

Just like we do.  

They could remember a Temple destruction.  

They could hear wars and rumors of wars.  

They could see nation rising against nation, kingdom against kingdom.  

They could remember earthquakes and famines.  

They could remember being rounded up and herded off, being persecuted, being killed.

They could remember those days just as clearly as we remember OUR times when it felt like the end was coming.  

Our days -- when the end was here.  

They could remember those bad days of the past.

But they could also remember the good days.  

They remembered the disasters, but they also remembered the light, the hope, the love of Jesus.  

And they wrote Gospels as their way of swearing they'd never forget.

When people never forget – together – God appears.

 

When our apocalypses happen –  

and it's not hard to believe they will –  

When tragedy strikes, we'll see the news the moment right after the moment the news breaks.  

But by the saving grace of Jesus Christ, we won't break.  

We will remain.  

Not by our cleverness, not by our strength, not by our trust in some artificial intelligence singularly greater than ours will ever be.  

Not by any of that will we go on.

 

Jesus tells us.  

The Bible tells us:  

By your endurance you will gain your souls.

 

Not by forecasting.  

Not by forgetting.  

Not by pretending.  

Not by ignoring.

 

By our endurance.  

Will we gain our souls.

When we remember together.  

 

It's hard to tell when we read our Bibles, but Jesus is being very Southern in his speech here.  

When he's saying YOUR soul, what he really means is, "Y'all's souls."  

Jesus made declarations of DE-pendence.  

Dependence on each other.  

Dependence on God.

 

Y'all will all gain y'all's souls by your endurance. Together.

 

The Bible is an all y'all kind of book.  

Nearly every "you" is plural.  

Our Bible is meant to be read together, interpreted together, prayed over together.  

 

Sometimes, we-all can be a little too independent.

 

--

 

Speaking of Independence, 249 years ago, the great patriot, Thomas Paine, described the troubles of his own days.  

"These are the times that try men's souls."  

His young American world was shaking, quaking, flooded with trouble.  

There were wars and rumors of wars.  

Kingdoms and nations at each other's throats.

Literally.

 

We see our news today.  

These are also times that try men's and women's and children's souls.  

These times try our united spirit.  

It's getting harder every day to know what's true and what's not.  

It's hard to make an accurate guess where the next shooting, or assassination, or hurricane, or fire, or war, or famine is going to be.  

Could be anywhere.  

Hard to know.  

We have apps for that.  

But still.  

It's always a gamble.  

 

Like Moses, we see God the moment God's passing by.  

We'll know the future the split-second it becomes the past.  

And then, it'll be our turn -- just like it was for Luke's faithful people –  

it'll be our turn to figure out where God was.  

It'll be our turn to figure out where God is when our next news breaks.  

It's our turn to figure out where God is -- right now.  

In our lives.  

Separately.  

And together.  

Because we're God's "All y'all."

 

Jesus doesn't tell us WHEN we'll find our souls.  

Our COLLECTIVE soul and spirit.  

He doesn't tell us WHEN.  

But he does tell us how.  

By OUR endurance, he says -- by our unified endurance we'll find our souls.  

If we keep on, together, we'll all find our souls precisely in the broken moments we need them.  

 

When our predictions go stale, our ENDURANCE keeps us fresh, living just enough for one more day.  

And one more day.  

God doesn't bring us back to the future.  

God brings us back to today.

God's endurance brings us back to our souls.

 

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One Final, Big, Beautiful Prediction

 

In the Gospel According to Matthew, 6:34, Jesus predicts the future about as accurately as he or as anyone else ever could.  

He examines the maps. He goes to the Big Board. He sees the bull.

And then, to a worried world, a broken world full of heartbreaking news,

He says, "So  

do not worry about tomorrow,  

for tomorrow will bring worries of its own.  

Today's trouble is enough for today."

 

That was true back then.

And it's true for our todays.

How did Jesus know that?

 

That's all the prediction we need.  

It's all the accuracy we can handle.

Let us endure THIS day.

Let us not live in the past.

Let us not try to foresee the unseeable future.

Let's live in this day, in this time.

With THESE troubles.

And with OUR endurance.

And let that be enough.  

 

[eos]

 

Monday, November 10, 2025

Whose Wife Is She, Anyway?

 

Whose Wife Is She, Anyway? 

Luke 20:27-38 

2025-11-09 

What's happened lately that you found embarrassing -- to yourself? What have you done lately that embarrassed someone else? Like, Jesus?

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 If you could ask Jesus ONE question, what would it be? 
 
 In the Gospel According to Luke, the Sadducees are only mentioned ONE time. They get ONE visit to Jesus, to ask him ONE question. And of all the questions in the universe, they ask him a trick question, designed to make him look dumb. Good luck with that.

"Whose wife is she, anyway?" Who cares? The REAL question is, "Why do we ask Jesus anything in the first place?" 

Do we honestly WANT his answer? Or do we just want him to agree? To acknowledge that we're right, and we're smart, and we're going to heaven? Ahead of all the lower-ranked competition?

What do we use Jesus to prove? About ourselves? TO us? And to anyone watching?

The whole idea of fooling Jesus made fools of the Sadducees. It makes fools of us, too.

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Embarrassment and shame.

Are you the kind of person who wakes up at 3 in the morning remembering times you were embarrassed? Or worse, ashamed of something you did? Yesterday? Or 40 years ago?

I can tell by your faces I'm not the only one.

"Why did I say that to my boss?"
"How long has that strip of toilet paper been stuck to my shoe?"
"Why in the world did I marry HIM?"

Embarrassment's one thing. The FEAR of being embarrassed, the FEAR of being embarrassed is even worse.

"What if my boss thinks I'm an idiot?"
"What if this guy I'm marrying's an idiot?"
"What if I'm an idiot?"

I think the Sadducees in this story were horribly insecure.
After all, their income and their status depended on making people think they were as smart as God.

But you don't go asking Jesus trick questions, you don't go making bargains with Jesus -- if you're not UP HIGH on the insecurity spectrum.

The Sadducees were probably asking themselves questions like:

"What if -- Jesus is smarter than we are?"
"What if -- we're wrong about God? And religion?"
"What if -- we should have chosen another career path?"

Insecurity is the fear of embarrassment.

Don't get me wrong. Sometimes we SHOULD have regrets.
Sometimes we do wrong things, bad things, that SHOULD embarrass us, should make us ashamed. Even ARRESTED.
"What if -- trying to steal the ATM was a bad idea?"
And who HASN'T asked themselves that?

I'm sure you know some Sadducees. They're still around. They have this compulsion to show how bad, or how dumb, or how wrong someone ELSE is in order to prove how smart THEY are.

News flash: We're not Jesus. 
Embarrassment is going to happen. 
It's just part of being human. 

So why are we so afraid of it? Especially when it comes to religion and the Bible?
 
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Trick questions. 

We're all familiar with the "Gotcha" questions people on the news get asked.

There may be no such thing as a "stupid" question, but there are sure are questions designed to make us look stupid. 

That's the kind of question the Sadducees dreamed up for Jesus. 

When someone quotes the Bible at you, unsolicited, they're almost always showing off. "You illiterate Presbyterian. Ha!"

The Sadducees quote Deuteronomy 25. You know someone's smart if they can quote Deuteronomy. A lot of us have trouble FINDING Deuteronomy. It's right after Numbers. (Oh, THAT helps.)

"Teacher, Moses wrote for us that if a man's brother dies, 
leaving a wife but no children, 
the man shall marry the widow 
and raise up children for his brother."  
- Deuteronomy 25

This was the way the Jewish people cared for a grieving widow back then.  
It's called Levirate Marriage.  
If your husband dies, his younger brother "inherits" you and has naming rights to any future offspring. 

Unlike a lot of other societies, Jewish law required that widows and orphans be cared for.  
We might not be keen on how they did it. But that's Deuteronomy for you.

So, Sadducees. Please go on.

Once upon a time, there were seven brothers. 
The oldest dies. 
The next oldest inherits his former sister-in-law, who now becomes his wife. 
And so it goes, and so she goes, passed down the line of brothers, each of whom died. 
7-6-5-4-3-2-1. 

Then, the woman dies, too. 
(She's probably thinking, Praise the Lord!) 

And then – THEN finally -- the Sadducees get to their devilish little question.  

"So, In the resurrection, Rabbi Jesus, whose wife will she be?"  

Their goal was embarrassment.

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YOUR public humiliation.

When was the last time you got embarrassed?  
In public? 
Can you remember the first time? 

Maybe you were young and you denied all knowledge of the Cookie Jar. With crumbs on your face.

Or when you were called up to the front of the class to solve a math problem.

Or you said something that made all the other kids laugh at you. 

In our church we had a local TV meteorologist. She was the first female Chief Meterorologist in the market, so people watched her, not for the weather, but to see her make a mistake. 

She said her biggest worry was showing up on one of those TikTok video collections of local news gone wrong. You know, like when their clothes match the Chromakey and their head's floating in midair.

LOL. For us.
Good for you if you've never gone viral.
It's another reason teachers to take up phones in school.

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Who were Sadducees?

The Sadducees were the temple elite. The one percent.
Wealthy. Powerful. Arrogant.

Sadducees recognized only the first five books of Scripture: 
Genesis through Deuteronomy. 
Not the prophets. Not the Psalms. That'll be important in a minute.

They didn't believe in angels, 
or in eternal life. 
To them, when you die — you die. That's it. 
Imagine there's no heaven, no hell. No afterlife. That's them.

So… they were asking a question whose answer they didn't believe in. 

They didn't want an answer.  
They wanted embarrassment.  

"At the resurrection, whose wife will she be?" 

OK., more Jewish history.
Back then, there wasn't any understanding of individual resurrection. 
Like, how at funerals we say, "She or he's now with Jesus." 

So, when they say, "resurrection," they mean, THE Resurrection. 
One big one -- at the end of time. For everybody. 

Like in Ezekiel 37 where it talks about dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones.

Or as in Daniel 12:2: 
"Many of those who sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake…."  

But the Sadducees didn't even have those parts of the Bible in their Bibles. 
To them, afterlife was a joke. 

So when they came to Jesus with their little riddle, they were mocking Jesus.  
They were mocking the faith of the less-educated, the poor, the commonfolk.  
Members of the wrong denominations.

But Jesus -- because he's Jesus -- answers the Sadducees' gotcha question with authority and with scripture. 

"The people of this age marry and are given in marriage," he says, 
"but those who are considered worthy of taking part in that age 
and in the resurrection from the dead 
will neither marry nor be given in marriage." 
(Luke 20:34–35.) 

He's telling them — 
the life to come isn't just a continuation of this life. 
It's transformation. 

Then he quotes the Scripture they DO accept — one from the second book of their Bible:
Exodus 3:6 — 
where God speaks to Moses from the burning bush: 

"I am the God of Abraham, 
the God of Isaac, 
and the God of Jacob." 

And Jesus explains, 
"He is not the God of the dead, 
but of the living..." "For all are alive to him."
(Luke 20:38.) 

And the crowd goes: "Whoa."

Since we aren't first century Jews we might not totally get Jesus's answer. That's OK. Religion is complicated.

Bottom line: Jesus outgamed the gamers. They embarrassed themselves.

And because of his answer, not just here, but throughout Scripture we can have hope.
That's the hope we confess every time we say, 
"I believe in the resurrection of the body, 
and the life everlasting." 

And still — we wonder if we're getting our answers right. 
We wonder if we understand our own answers. 
We don't want to be wrong about this. 
That would be embarrassing. Maybe for eternity?

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Supper Club Sweatfest.

One evening, we were at a church supper club, nearing dessert, when one of the guys at the table maybe had had an extra glass of wine.  
Or two.  

This guy leans across the table at me, points a finger, scrunches his eyes, and says,  
"OK, Preacher." 
Oh boy. Here it comes.

He says, "OK Preacher. I just want to know ONE thing." 

He says, " When I get to heaven, is my DOG gonna be there?" 

"I don't knowwwwwww. Was he a GOOD dog? Then, yes?"   

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Even Jesus had people who wanted to embarrass him.
And even now, there are people who want to embarrass Jesus. 
Embarrass his followers for believing in Jesus.
Sometimes we Christians are willing and able to embarrass ourselves. 
We can be pretty good at it.

Embarrassment will find us.
It'll sneak up with a sucker punch.
Or, we'll find someone to wish it upon.
But even when Jesus was confronted by people who had a plan to publicly humiliate him, what did he do?
He stood his ground. He listened. He spoke the truth as he knew it.

Those are all things we can do, too.
Even if we're not Bible scholars.
We can stand our ground.
We can listen, patiently.
And we can speak the truth as we know it.

We can flip the question back, too.
Say, "Why'd you say that? Were you trying to embarrass me?"
We can flip the question back on ourselves, too.
"Why did I say that? Was I trying to embarrass someone? In order to feel superior?"

I doubt you intentionally ask Jesus questions in order to embarrass him. 
We might ask him questions that ought to embarrass US. 
Thankfully, Jesus forgives.
Even if he does roll his eyes.

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I don't know why the Lectionary ends this lesson at verse 38.
Because in verses 39 and 40. 
Luke recounts the conclusion of this episode. He says:

"Then some of the scribes answered, "Teacher, you have spoken well." (And) they no longer dared to ask him another question."

If we were scoring this, it would be: Jesus - 1, Sadducees - nothing.
Roll Tide, War Eagle, Gator Chomp -- Jesus wins!
But it's not a game.
It's life.
And Jesus being the Lord of the Living, and God being God of the Living, we can rest assured that our shame won't be the death of us.

We know -- we'll get into embarrassing situations again. Someone will find it their spiritual calling to make us look dumb. To make us feel dumb. 
"Thanks for fixing me."

But they're not Jesus. They're just people. And whether they dare ask us another question, or dare post another video of us, or tell our moms what we did -- 

regardless of what THEY do, is what Jesus did. Speak the truth. Stand firm. And know that even if everyone else wants to prove otherwise, YOU ARE a child of God. You're not the SON of God. But you're definitely one of God's Children. 

And there is absolutely no shame in that.

People say, "I just died of embarrassment." No you didn't. You're still here. Telling your story. You're part of the living. Just another one of the living souls God is God of. Yes, you're a little embarrassing sometimes. You'll do. 

Praise be to God the Father and the Compassionate Lord who saves us from dying of embarrassment, and who gives us life to lift up, and not to put down.

[eos]

Wednesday, November 05, 2025

All Saints and All Sinners

**Revelation 21:1-6** 

New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 

 

Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more. And I saw the holy city, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, 

 

"See, the home of God is among mortals.   

He will dwell with them;   

they will be his peoples,   

and God himself will be with them and be their God;   

he will wipe every tear from their eyes.   

Death will be no more;   

mourning and crying and pain will be no more,   

for the first things have passed away." 

 

And the one who was seated on the throne said, "See, I am making all things new." Also he said, "Write this, for these words are trustworthy and true." Then he said to me, "It is done! I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. 

 

 

 

**Matthew 5:1-12** 

New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 

 

When Jesus saw the crowds, he went up the mountain, and after he sat down, his disciples came to him. And he began to speak and taught them, saying: 

 

"Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. 

 

"Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. 

 

"Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth. 

 

"Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled. 

 

"Blessed are the merciful, for they will receive mercy. 

 

"Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God. 

 

"Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God. 

 

"Blessed are those who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. 

 

"Blessed are you when people revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward is great in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you. 

 

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**Revelation 21:1–6a; Matthew 5:1–12** 

 

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Today in the life of Trinity Presbyterian Church is when we celebrate All Saints' Day.  

We remember the saints of our life together as a church, and we remember the saints of our own lives.  

These are people who have died, and who now live with God in heaven. 

The saints gather around Christ's heavenly table.  

And it is a feast.  

We gather around Christ's earthly table, on earth as it is in heaven.  

We remember.  

We hope.  

We feast. 

 

All Saints' Sunday arrives quietly, like a soft hymn through an open church window.  

It's not flashy.  

It doesn't come with fireworks or parades.  

You could be forgiven if you didn't remember it. 

 

You could also be forgiven if you didn't know Trinity Church has a memorial garden in the courtyard.  

It's where we place the ashes of those who choose to be buried there.  

 

From a distance, you'd think the Memorial Garden was just a place to sit, to enjoy the shade, to have a conversation.  

Our church member caretakers take such good care of it, you might not see what it is until you get right up on it,  

right beside the bricks with names engraved along the path. 

 

I really love that the Garden is near to the children's playground.  

As you contemplate life, you hear the sounds of life – kids being kids, playing, squealing with joy. 

 

I grew up with a huge cemetery right behind our backyard.  

I'd climb the wall and my dog and I would go run and play, mainly in the vacant fields yet to be filled.  

We were always respectful.  

The empty fields of the cemetery was a great place to fly kites and play army.  

If that seems irreverent, bear in mind that nobody there ever complained.  

I stayed away during burials, of course.  

My dad and I used to take walks and read tombstones in the evening 

I learned to drive a stick shift on the cemetery roads.  

Personally, I'd have no problem being buried near a place where kids run, and squeal, and fly kites, and grind gears, and go on evening walks with their parents. 

In fact, I might look for one. 

 

I don't think of those days very often.  

Maybe they taught me more about life and death than I realized.  

But I remember the cemetery 

Some people find cemeteries spooky.  

Especially around Halloween.  

I find cemeteries and memorial gardens to be beautiful.  

Peaceful.  

They're places of memories, good memories. Hope. 

 

All Saints' Day is the Church's way of saying,  "We treasure our memories. We remember." 

"We remember who these blessed souls were." 

"We remember who we are."   

And even more than that — "We remember WHOSE we are." 

We remember to whom we ALL belong. 

 

All Saints' is a day to lift our eyes up.  

Up from the ground 

To turn our gaze from graves and grief and the relentless bad news cycle —  

and focus on a different horizon.  

 

"Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth," says the book of Revelation, "for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away." 

Sometimes people think of end-times as apocalyptic 

But the book of Revelation isn't a prediction of destruction.  

Or spookiness, or grief.  

A new heaven and a new earth is a promise of re-creation.  

Which can also be pronounced, "recreation."  

In the end, God doesn't throw away the world;  

God renews the world 

All the broken, weary, unjust, grief-torn pieces —  

get taken up and made whole again.  

"See," God says, "I am making all things new."  

And you can see new things with new eyes, like the eyes of a child.  

Like one who is born anew.  

Laughing at troubles 

Playing, singing, rejoicing. 

 

That's the heart of All Saints' Day.   

Not that death wins.   

But that love is the final word. 

 

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When John of Patmos (not John the Baptist and most likely not John the Beloved Apostle)  

when a new John from the Greek island Patmos wrote those words, people were scared.  

The world around them was falling apart 

Rome was powerful.  

Christians were few.  

Their friends were dying, sometimes violently, for believing that love had the last word.  

The Book of Revelation wasn't written to predict the end of the world;  

The revelation was received, and the book was written to help believers hold on to hope IN the world. 

 

Revelation John paints this picture of a city coming down out of heaven, not people escaping up to it.  

The holy city descends.  

God moves IN 

Heaven comes HERE.  

It says, "See, the home of God is among mortals." 

 

That's the gospel in miniature: God refuses to stay distant.   

God refuses to remain in theory.   

Or only in memory.  

Or in a dream. 

God moves into the neighborhood —  

into the world as it is —  

and begins to make it new from the inside out.  

God-with-us, God-in-us, Emmanu-el. 

 

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This new life is also what Jesus is describing on that hillside in Matthew 5.  

The crowds have gathered — tired people, hungry people, worried people.  

The kind of people who wouldn't be elected to anything, who barely had a penny to their name – but the people who always seem to be nearest to God's heart. 

 

Jesus looked at them, and said,  

"Blessed are you." 

And Jesus looks at US, and says,   

"Blessed are you." 

You might not feel blessed on a particular day, but 

"Blessed are you." 

 

Blessed are the poor in spirit.   

Blessed are those who mourn.   

Blessed are the meek.   

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness.   

Blessed are the merciful, the pure in heart, the peacemakers.   

Blessed are those who are persecuted for doing what's right. 

 

That's the vision – the revelatory vision of sainthood Jesus gives us —  

not a stained-glass saint with perfect holiness and perfect faith,  

but people who are hungry for something better,  

who still believe love matters even when it hurts. 

 

The saints, in other words, are not the ones who have "arrived."  

Saints are the ones who keep showing up —  

showing up with grace, handing out forgiveness,  

and doing it all with faith that's sometimes more like a whisper than a shout. 

 

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If you think about it, that's what the Beatitudes and Revelation have in common.  

Both are about God's new world —  

the new world that begins not after everything ends,  

not after the end-times,  

but right here in the middle of THIS time,  

the middle of OUR time. 

 

The poor in spirit receive the kingdom NOW.   

Those who mourn are comforted NOW. 

Those who hunger for righteousness get a taste of it in acts of mercy NOW. 

 

And even when we don't see it yet, we trust that God is still building that holy city — one forgiven sinner, one act of courage, one small kindness at a time. 

 

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I think about the saints we've known – the saints that you've known   

the saints of this congregation.  

Their pictures may not be on the wall, but their fingerprints are all over this place —  

on the hymnals,  

on the offering plates,  

on the hearts of the people they loved.  

The saints who showed up early and stayed late 

The saints who sit with the grieving,  

The ones who bake casseroles and deliver flowers when no one asked them to.  

The saints who pray for people who would never know they were being prayed for. 

 

Every church has its saints like that.   

You can feel them in the pews.   

You can almost hear them humming along when we sing. 

Or maybe you CAN hear them. If you listen very closely. 

 

Standing at the communion table –  

sharing the bread and cup together –  

being one body on All Saints' Sunday, we can see the veil between heaven and earth lifting just a little.  

The saints are here —  

not in some far-off realm of clouds and halos, but right here, woven into our worship.  

An enduring part of our life together. 

 

The saints aren't gone.  

They've just gone on ahead.   

And we're still on the way. 

 

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We remember our saints on All Saints' Sunday.  

But the saints also remind us.  

All Saints' Day isn't only about the ones we've lost.  

It's also a reminder — maybe even an elbow nudge —  

that we're called to be saints, too.  

Not perfect people, not stained glass saints,  

but living saints,  

sinners but also witnesses  

to a God who refuses to give up on the world. 

 

To be a saint is to live as if Revelation 21 were already true.   

As if God IS making all things new — all things – and us, too. 

 

To be a saint is to live the Beatitudes when the world tells you you're a fool for doing so —  

to keep showing mercy when cynicism is easier,  

to make peace when outrage gets more attention,  

to hunger and thirst for righteousness even when you feel small and tired and unheard and wonder what kind of difference you can possibly make in such a big and bothered world. 

 

That's the kind of sainthood that doesn't wait for heaven.  

It starts here. 

 

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There's a line from an old Celtic prayer that says,   

"Heaven is not up, it is within." 

 

And that's really the mystery of the saints —  

heaven glows through them.  

When saints laugh, when they forgive, when they endure, heaven shines out a little.  

You can see traces of the new creation burning through the old. 

 

Maybe that's what Jesus meant when he said, "You are the light of the world."   

Not you should be, or try to be, but you are.   

Because God has already lit something in you.   

And when you shine — even quietly —  

you can help someone else find their way home. 

 

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So today, when we name our saints,  

name them aloud or whisper their names in our hearts,  

we're not just remembering who they were.  

We're remembering who they ARE.  

Who they are to US.  

Who they are IN us.  

We remember who WE are, in them. 

They remind us  

that the world is not as lost as it looks,  

and that love always has more to say. 

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Revelation ends with a voice saying, "It is done. I am the Alpha and the Omega."   

That's not the sound of finality; it's the sound of fulfillment.   

It's the same voice that spoke the first word of creation —  

and it's still speaking – and it is still good. 

 

Still calling.   

Still making all things new.   

Still blessing the poor and the merciful and the ones who refuse to give up. 

 

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The best way to honor the saints is not just to remember them,   

but to remind ourselves of their work. 

To continue their work.   

To keep living the "blessed are yous," one small act of blessing at a time.   

To believe, even in this world of heartbreak and hurry,  

that God has moved into the neighborhood —  

and refuses to leave until love has the last word. 

 

And when that day comes —  

when heaven finally meets earth and God wipes every tear from every eye —  

maybe we'll all hear the saints laughing together.  

Singing together.  

Dancing in the graveyards together. 

Not because they've escaped the world,   

but because they can finally see it whole. 

 

"See," says the One seated on the throne,   

"I am making all things new." 

 

We are all saints.  

And we are all sinners.  

And God makes us all new, forever and ever.