Mount Calvary Sermons

FIFTH SUNDAY OF EASTER 2016 JOHN 13:31-35 Sometimes it's good to be me. When I remember that my country's general election campaigns last just three weeks, it is good to be me. When I recall that my head of state just turned 90 without ever having asked for a single vote from anyone in her entire life, it's good to be me. But it is also good to be me because I am living in this country. So, I am allowed, and even expected, to drop pointless letters from words like the 'u' in honour, colour and saviour; and I can even evict entire syllables that are deemed just too much effort to bother with, like the fourth syllable of alluminium, and, of course, the second syllable of squirrel (it's a small gray creature that lives in trees). It is good to be me because I can talk as if the letter 'r' at the end of a word isn't really there and people think it's kind of cute instead of just normal. It is also good to be me because people then think I'm from Boston and buy me a lager. It is good to be me when people bow and s