Mount Calvary Sermons

MARK 4:26-34 Last month I lost five giants. Not the kind that say “Fee, fie, foe, fum”, although that kind does smell the blood of Englishmen, and so it’s always a relief to rid the world of one of those. No these were gentle giants. They don’t galumph through the countryside, swinging clubs and climbing beanstalks. Truth be told they are not the hugest of giants. They were not the gigantic giants that live in California that almost touch the sky. These were smaller giants, but still way taller than me. Two years ago my son Rob and I met the giantest giant of all. He is called General Sherman, and he is in Sequoia National Park. He towered over us. 275 feet over us, to be precise. He is the largest tree (by volume) in the world, and the largest living thing on the dry land of God’s good earth. My giants were only 25 feet tall and they were only thirty years old. That’s what their rings told me, because giants have rings that talk. But giants don’t talk as loudly as th