A Resolution of Hope
By Pastor Steve Schantz
“Give hope, give life, give blood.” That’s the slogan of the Southern California blood bank where I volunteer as an Appreciation Ambassador, or canteen lady as my mom calls those who help blood donors have a pleasant experience. (I guess she would call the male volunteers “canteen gentlemen.”) For those who receive the gift of blood, donated by people who just want to help others, it is sometimes their only hope to regain their health and perhaps their lives.
During the Christmas celebration, I thought about this slogan relative to our Savior, who came to fulfill those words in a different manner. By giving his blood, he gave us life and thus gives hope to the whole world. Christmas is a celebration of the hope he brought us in the form of a baby, one of us but God with us at the same time, the hopes and dreams of humanity wrapped in swaddling clothes.
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The Milk of Human Kindness
“Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.” (Luke 6:38 NIV)
by Pastor Steve Schantz
Someone could write a book about the inflated prices charged for incidentals at airports. Location – Burbank, CA, Bob Hope International. Item – a cup of Tully’s Coffee purchased at a stand near the departure gates. Tully’s offers a steaming cup of exported adrenal rush shipped in from their Northwest headquarters. I was next in line as the customer in front of me paid five dollars for her cup of Java, turned away from the counter momentarily, and then stepped back to ask the clerk for a soy-milk creamer to go with the dark brew now warming her hands. She didn’t ask for a container to go, nor that it be steam pressed it into her cup. She didn’t ask for mocha, vanilla, butterscotch, or creme brulee syrups to stir in. She just asked for enough creamer to lighten her serving. “Soy creamer is .65 per serving” the cashier blurted out.” “You’re kidding!” she replied with annoyance. “I won’t be stopping here again for coffee!” and gripping her black brew she turned on her heels and marched past me toward a seat near the departure gate.
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