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Who Do You Love?

“Who Do You Love” The Rev. Zachary S. Sasser Skidaway Island Presbyterian Church Fourth Sunday in Lent March 22, 2009 Numbers 21:4-9 Ephesians 2:1-10 John 3:14-20 For those keeping score this is my second sermon title that is blatantly stolen from a song. “ Who Do You Love ” was released in 1956. It is a hallmark of the “ Bo Diddley Beat ”, and has been covered by countless bands in back room bars and music festivals. It’s lyrics reference barbed wire, rattlesnake hides, and human skulls, and some say the title is a throw back to a medicinal and magic based African religion called Hoodoo . “I’m just 22, and I don’t mind dyin,” says Bo Diddley. It is an ultimate power play that set the ground work for the expression of cultural change that became the genre of Rock-n-Roll during the late 50s and early 60s. Have you ever felt that way? Have you ever felt like you would rather draw a line in the sand and stand your ground than compromise? Have you ever felt like, if push came to sh

Do Birds Sing Louder After a Storm?

I live in Savannah, Ga.  We had a pretty good storm last night.  It was the kind that wakes you up off and on and makes a person living in a costal city wonder about evacuation routes.  There were a few minutes of calm after I woke for the day.  I noticed it when I got out of the shower.  There was a different sound, and a different tension, in the air.  Things seemed calmer, but yet still excited.   The sound I heard was the sound of birds singing, and I wondered if they were louder.  Were they checking to see who was still there?  Were they boasting about there skill in surviving the night?  Were they in there own way shaking an angry fist at the heavens?  Who knows if a bird has a concept of deity that we can understand.   What about us?  What sound escapes our lips when we first realize a storm has passed?  Praise? Thanksgiving? Care for others?  Do we in our own way shake an angry fist at God when our children or parents fall ill?  I wonder, sometimes, if we have a concept of a de