Mount Calvary Sermons

TWENTY-FIRST SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST 2016 LUKE 17:11-19 That moment he put his foot into the bath of boiling water and watched it blister he knew he was in trouble. He remembered when he was a boy, touching a scolding pot and his mother shouting at him to run and put his hand in cold water. That did the trick forty years ago. This time there was nothing to relieve his dread, no ointment for his alarm, no balm for the horror. But it wasn't the agony of the burn to his foot that now caused Damien's distress. It was the lack of it. The deadness of his petrified nerve endings. The absence of pain that pronounced a death sentence. Damien had grown up with a passion for God and a zeal for the suffering. He entered a monastery where he prayed every day that God would send him into the mission field to serve people in need. God looked with pride at the soul of Damien (how could he not?) and granted him the desires of his heart. And so in 1873 he set sail from his native Belgium to the Kingdom of Hawaii, to the island