Mount Calvary Sermons

TWENTY-SECOND SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST 2014 MATT 25:1-12   When I was a boy there were seven words I dreaded hearing.  They were small words, each one but a single syllable.  But when strung together they formed a question that overwhelmed me with a flood of strong emotions.  I didn’t like those emotions.  Anger was probably the strongest, followed by resentment that someone bigger and more powerful than me was about to put me in my place.  The seven words were only ever spoken by my father.  You may have jumped to the conclusion that these seven words were a prequel to punishment.  The equivalent of ‘wait till your father gets home’.  But they weren’t.  On the contrary, they were words of grace.  They offered a second chance.  A mulligan of compassion.  The scene was battle.  Royalty, knights on warhorses, senior clerics, and fortifications.  Chess.  And my dad was good.  I never beat him ever, not even