There’s a tiny island about halfway up the western coast of Scotland. It’s a small, desolate place: bare of trees. Ancient rises of eroded granite make up much of the island; covered with a few patches of grass, some flowers and one or two small streams. Many years ago, I journeyed there, taking a ferry to the Island of Mull, then a long meandering bus ride along a single lane road, passing by empty hills and the occasional Scottish farm; and then – finally – a short trip on a ferry to the Island of Iona.
Sermon: “A Mite in the Emptiness”
Presented at Centre Congregational Church, UCC in Brattleboro, VT
August 18, 2013
Scripture: Mark 12:38-44
This morning’s reading comes from the Gospel of Mark chapter 12, verse 38 through chapter 13 verse 2. In it, Jesus condemns the scribes, tells the story of the Widow’s Mite and prophesies the destruction of the temple. It is part of a sequence of vignettes in Mark that deal with Jesus teaching in the Temple about the Messiah, the coming of the end times, and what can be done to assure oneself of salvation.
As you hear these words, ask yourself how these stories, particularly the story of the widow and her mite, fit in with Mark’s themes.
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