Mount Calvary Sermons

SIXTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST 2014 MATT 21:23-32   I’ll never forget Paul Murphy.  Paul Murphy was in the year above me.  He rode a shiny new Honda motorcycle to school each day.  It was a 250cc machine, which, for a 17 year-old was plenty of power to get him into serious trouble.  It also gave him that most precious and sought-after commodity – the ability to impress girls.  My motorcycle was only 125cc, so Paul Murphy was twice the man I was, with double the prospects on the romance front.  His bike was silver and it shimmered in the sun in a way that made it appear like some chariot from heaven, or even more impressively, from hell.  Mine was red.  A perfectly acceptable color, if you’re choosing curtains.   I don’t like Paul Murphy.  But it’s not because he had a flashier bike than me.  No.  The reason I remember him so vividly and why I dislike him so intensely that 30 years later I still can’t let it