Let the River Flow: A Sermon on Amos 5:18-24

My people, how are we going to respond to God’s justice? At times, particularly over the last 4 years, or 400 years, it may seem stuck in the snow at the top of Mount Tahoma, but surely the spring comes and the snow melt begins and it turns into a tiny, seemingly-insignificant stream, and then that stream merges with others and becomes a crashing river and a rolling, tumbling, roiling cascade.