Sermons from August 2025
31 Aug 2025
12th Sunday of PentecostAugust 31, 2025Luke 14.1, 7-14 In honor of Hamilton hitting theaters this weekend, it seems only fitting to present you with lines from one of my favorite songs from the musical. We are in the post-Revolution years, and all of the main players are figuring out what to do next, now that their roles as soldiers are finished. Both Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton have become fathers, their lives have shifted, they are trying to find their place in the wide world…
24 Aug 2025
11th Sunday after PentecostAugust 24, 2025Isaiah 58.9b-14 I want to take this time to acknowledge a very important season that is almost upon us. Yes, it is time that I wish you all a very happy, almost football season. And I know, cue some eye rolls from some of you, cue some “Skols” from some of you, cue some ambivalence from some of you. But to those who celebrate, happy football season. Now what this means for my family is a couple of things. It…
17 Aug 2025
10th Sunday after PentecostAugust 17, 2025Jeremiah 23.23-39; Luke 12.49-56 There is no greater master of lies and deception than a dog who wants their owner to simply go stark raving mad. I give you case and point, my beloved, adorable, entirely maddening, Scully. Don’t get me wrong, I love this dog. I adore this dog. BUT! She has mastered the art of messing with me to the point that I wish she was just a smidge dumber. This has been going on since she was a…
10 Aug 2025
9th Sunday after PentecostAugust 10, 2025Hebrews 11.1; Genesis 15.1-6 I’ve been joking with my family that I’m currently in the midst of my “ship era.” Not nearly as catchy as some of Taylor Swift’s eras, but here we are. The reason for this is that I have read back to back books which took place on 17th century Dutch trading ships and then when we were in OBX last week, we wandered around the replica of the QEII and I had to have looked…
03 Aug 2025
8th Sunday after PentecostAugust 3, 2025Luke 12.13-21 Every July first, I know my phone is going to pop with more than one text message wishing me a happy very specific day, a day that has nothing to do with me, and is kind of weird to acknowledge, but like I said, it happens every year. Every year, as much as I wish it to others, they also wish me, a very happy Bobby Bonilla Day. Unless you are a Mets fan, or a…