Mount Calvary Sermons

PENTECOST 2016 ACTS 2:1-21 As I reached the end of Harvey Taylor Bridge, I slowed down, and prepared to turn sharp left to continue my ride through Riverfront Park on Front Street. Each May when I cycle this route I begin to get nervous at this point of my ride. You see, THEY are there. And they mean trouble. Like a gang of muggers sizing up passers-by, they stand as tall as they can, with necks stretched high, and heads scanning every direction. Aggression bristling, testosterone peaking, they challenge you to get too close, they dare you to look them in the eye and face the consequences. But last week, as I rode this familiar route for the first time this year, there was an eerie and unexpected peace about them. They were there - in numbers - as every May, but they were chilling, like the cool spring afternoon. They didn't stare intimidatingly at me and certainly did not hiss as I swept by, trying to mind my own business. There was a strange truce between man and goose. It made me wonder what has gone wrong