Excerpts of sermon one, The Hands of God by Peter Marshall based on John 20:27. Dr. Marshall was pastor of the Washington DC New York Avenue Presbyterian Church and Chaplain to the US Senate until his early death in 1947. I have retained his printed style.
When Thomas returned to join the group, he heard the announcement told breathlessly
with shining eyes
as they gripped him by the arm
that the Master had appeared unto them, and that they knew—beyond any doubt—that He was alive. Partly because of his overwhelming grief, and partly because he was by nature and disposition a skeptic, Thomas would not believe them.
he was, as it were, from some Palestinean Missouri
he had to be shown
he demanded proof
he insisted that he would not be swept
off his feet by any emotional reaction
he would have to be sure
and he refused to believe until the Lord
should appear before him
and until he could stick his unbelieving finger into the nailprints of the hands of the Son of God.
Before very long the disciples were again united in the room, and the door still being closed, and without bothering to knock, Jesus stood before them.
It was enough for Thomas, and it drew him to his glorious surrender: “My Lord, and my God!”
Here is our infinite comfort and strength—
“Behold My hands,” says Jesus. That gives us confidence, and by this we know that the hands that today lay bricks
operate street cars
hold riveting machines
Shall some day be occupied with the affairs of God in the New Jerusalem.
Excerpts of sermon two, The Joy of Ascension, preached in Berlin on Ascension Day, May 25, 1933 by Dietrich Bonhoeffer based on 1 Peter 1:7-9. He was hanged in 1945 for his opposition to Hitler.
“Jesus, my joy”—is what we have just sung, and to be able to say that honestly, from the heart, is the meaning of a life lived with Christ. If there is someone to whom it sounds very foreign, or who hears nothing in it but mush enthusiasm, then that person has never yet heard the gospel. Jesus Christ was made a human being for the sake of humankind in the stable at Bethlehem—rejoice, o Christendom. Jesus Christ became the companion of sinners and sat among tax collectors and prostitutes—rejoice, o Christendom. Jesus Christ became a convicted criminal for the sake of convicts, on the cross at Golgotha—rejoice, o Christendom. Jesus Christ, for the sake of his church, went from this earthly home to his heavenly kingdom—rejoice, o Christendom…. Say it out loud: Christ, my joy….
But how can people rejoice when they have been abandoned? How can those who are left orphans be comforted? How can those who are torn by homesickness be cheerful? You orphaned church, left alone in your homesickness for Jesus Christ and his ascension, your ascension, rejoice! For we are allowed to love him whom you cannot see; you are allowed to believe in him who is lost to your sight. And nobody can take your love and your faith from you…. Without rejoicing, there is no church. Let us talk today about joy in Christ….
Joy in the sermon—how hard that is for us people of today. That’s because we are listening to the preacher and not to Christ. We turn our own joy sour because we confuse earthly joy with heavenly joy. Our poor Protestant church doesn’t offer us much earthly joy. Don’t come looking for it here. But heavenly joy Christ can give us, even through his frail church, and we should look for it only from him, not from the preacher. In the sermon it is Christ who wants to visit us and wants to b himself our heavenly joy.
Be righteous and do good.