Sermons on Genesis

Sermons on Genesis

Pinky Swear

Preached FCCW, March 17, 2019 Genesis 15:1-12, 17-18 Hooking little fingers together in a “pinky swear” is one of the ways we learn while growing up, the importance of respecting a solemn promise. A pinky swear seems like all fun and games…until you know what it stands for; which is that the consequence of breaking the agreement is to lose your pinky finger! Then, suddenly it all sounds pretty barbaric. But, still not as barbaric as the way Abram sealed…

Transformers or Transmitters?

Preached FCCW, February 24, 2019 Genesis 45:3-11, 15 and Luke 6:27-38 Four trees and an empty field. That is all that remains of the West Nickel Mines Amish School. It’s been that way pretty much since October of 2006. That was when the world was appalled by one of the most horrific mass shootings in a school full of children… at least, up to that time. The parents of the perpetrator, who took his own life, thought for certain that…

Faith, Reckoned as Righteousness

Genesis 17:1-7, 15-16 and Romans 4:13-25 Preached FCCW February 25, 2018   In the quiet, rural town of Rutland Massachusetts, on a non-descript road, beside the driveway of an unpretentious home, stands a maple tree. This tree is as commonplace as its surroundings. You would likely drive by it without a second glance, except possibly when it is showing off its Autumn foliage. The one feature that sets it apart is the small post and beam fence which forms a…

Unchosen People

Text: Genesis 21:8-21 Preached FCCW, June 25, 2017       When I was a kid, my favorite thing to spend my allowance on was comic books. An entire drawer of my bedroom bureau served as storage space for my library of Marvel and DC superhero comics. Among them were a few prized issues that were devoted to the origins of those super crime fighters and the super villains from whom they protected us. These books held the answers to…

The Symmetry of Grace

Romans 5:12-19, Genesis 2:15-17; 3:1-7 Preached FCCW                3-5-2017 Tucked away in a small mountain village in Mexico, off a dusty road flanked by pig farms, lived a young boy by the name of Edgar Hernandez. That’s the name his mother and father gave him when he was born. More recently, he was given another name by a group of doctors who had taken a special interest in him. They referred to Edgar as “Patient Zero.” A few years ago, as the…