Mount Calvary Sermons

TWENTY-SIXTH AFTER PENTECOST 2016 PSALM 98 I made a trip to the Susquehanna this week. I was a man on a mission. I parked on the West Shore, and strode purposefully onto Market Street bridge and listened. Because I was all about listening. I stood many feet above the river, leant over the railings and turned my head sideways to the water to try to catch as many decibels I could. But the sound I was hoping to discern was drowned out by the traffic. So, I persevered, and continued my search to City Island, where I could be nearer the water and away from the cars and trucks. I found a spot where I could be really close to the river, and I crouched down and listened hard. Of course, there are different kinds of listening. There's the listening you do when the cabin crew on the plane are explaining the safety drill, i.e. not very much; the kind you do when you are sitting in class waiting for the teacher to stop droning on so you can go to recess, i.e. not at all. But this was real listening. Like, 'turn off the T