Resurrection of Eutychus, Natale Carta, Acts 20:7 – 12
Acts 20:7 – 12
On the first day of the week we came together to break bread. Paul spoke to the people and, because he intended to leave the next day, kept on talking until midnight. There were many lamps in the upstairs room where we were meeting. Seated in a window was a young man named Eutychus, who was sinking into a deep sleep as Paul talked on and on. When he was sound sleep, he fell to the ground from the third story and was picked up dead. Paul went down, threw himself on the young man and put his arms around him. “Don’t be alarmed,” he said. “He’s alive!” Then he went up stairs and broke bread and ate. After talking until daylight, he left. The people took the young man home alive and were greatly comforted.
Ephesians Burning of Magic Scrolls, Casimiro De Rossi, Act 19:1 – 20
Acts 19:1 – 20
While Apollos was at Corinth, Paul took the road through the interior and arrived at Ephesus. There he found some disciples and asked the, “Did you receive the Holy Spirit when you believed?”
They answered, “No, we have not even heard that there is a Holy Spirit.”
So Paul asked, “Then what baptism did you receive?”
“John’s baptism,” they replied.
Farm life is work. At 5:15 a.m. we are up daily, that is seven-days-per week, we are up to milk and feed goats, barn cats and ducks. We can spend 8 to 10 hours on a days-off from work fending off the advances of weeds during the days we work. Stocking up the hay for goats means hauling 45 square bails of hay into the barn. Cleaning the barn seems to be hauling those same 45 bails of hay back out, either from what the goats toss and trample on the ground or turn into goat-pellets (aka garden fertilizer). But, work should have some whimsy. The we collect yard art. Turn a corner, while sweating with a wheel barrow full of stilt-grass and mugwort, and smile at some decorative item. Continue reading
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Paul in Corinth (Aquila & Priscilla), Domenico Tojetti, Acts 18:1 – 8
Acts 18:1 – 8
After this, Paul left Athens and went to Corinth. There he met a Jew named Aquila, a native of Pontus, who had recently come from Italy with his wife Priscilla, because Claudius had ordered all the Jews to leave Rome. Paul went to see them, and because he was a tentmaker as they were, he stayed and worked with them. Every Sabbath he reasoned in the synagogue, trying to persuade Jews and Greeks.
When Silas and Timothy came from Macedonia, Paul devoted himself exclusively to preaching, testifying to the Jews that Jesus with the Christ. But when the Jews opposed Paul and became abusive, he shook out his clothes in protest and said to them, “Your blood be on your own heads! I am clear of my responsibility. From now on I will go to the Gentiles.”
My cousin envisioned the music at the festival we attended this weekend. Words and photographs convey some ideas, but not the sounds. Unless one is a singer, all of this music comes from the musicians’ hands manipulating the instruments. While taking photos for our personal memories, I used the zoom (or cropping in the photo-editing) to do a photo-essay on the hands that make the music. Continue reading
Paul on the Areopagus at Athens, Giovan Battista Pianello, Acts 17:16 – 32
Acts 17:16 – 32
While Paul was waiting for them (Silas and Timothy 17:15) in Athens, he was greatly distressed to see that the city was full of idols. So he reasoned in the synagogues with the Jews and the God-fearing Greeks, as well as in the marketplace day by day with those who happened to be there. A group of Epicureans and Stoic philosophers began to dispute with him. Some of them asked, “What is this babbler trying to say?” Others remarked, “He seems to be advocating foreign gods.” They said this because Paul was preaching the good news about Jesus and the resurrection. Then they took him and brought him to a meeting of the Areopagus, where they said to him, “May we know what this new teaching is that you are presenting? You are bringing some strange ideas to our ears, and we want to know what they mean.” (All the Athenians and the foreigners who lived there spent their time doing nothing but talking about and listening to the latest ideas.)
Six to mid-night of the first evening of the Rhythm and Roots Festival broke the Fun-Meter again. The end of the summer season brings out the color from the stages, to the bands, to the vendors, to the crowd. Today’s music starts mid-day. Add some late season tan (or sun-burn) to the list of colors. Of course, last night’s opening sound was the Blues. What could be more colorful… Continue reading