Showing posts with label Whole-hearted. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Whole-hearted. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 22, 2022

The Long Sermon

 

Tuesday, March 22, 2022

On the first day of the week, we gathered with the local believers to share in the Lord’s Supper.  Paul was preaching to them, and since he was leaving the next day, he kept talking until midnight.  The upstairs room where we met was lighted with many flickering lamps.  As Paul spoke on and on, a young man named Eutychus, sitting on the windowsill, became very drowsy.  Finally, he fell sound asleep and dropped three stories to his death below.  Paul went down, bent over him, and took him into his arms.  “Don’t worry,” he said, “he’s alive!”  Then they all went back upstairs, shared in the Lord’s Supper, and ate together.  Paul continued talking to them until dawn, and then he left.  Meanwhile, the young man was taken home alive and well, and everyone was greatly relieved.  Acts 20:7-12

Paul’s sermon may have begun in the afternoon, but it continued past midnight.  Poor Eutychus had probably worked a double-shift the previous day, and just couldn’t stay awake.  He fell through the window in which he was sitting, and dropped three stories.  A long sermon can have serious consequences.

One of the turns that seems to always be part of any discussion on sermons is the length, and whether or not people were bored to death.  I took the time this past Sunday to come near that discussion before my sermon began.  I told them to note that it was 11:30 AM, and that Spring had arrived 6 minutes prior at 11:24.  Therefore, I didn’t want anyone thinking they would spread the word that it was the preacher who began in Winter, but didn’t stop talking until Spring.

Preachers all have their internal clock about length of sermon.  Unfortunately many of us do our best to ignore that clock, and it can lead to drowsy congregations.  The famed Baptist preacher, Charles Haddon Spurgeon was known for the lengthy approach to Sunday’s sermon.  He ministered many miles from where his mother lived, so she had never heard him preach.  When she visited him and came to church that Sunday, after the service Spurgeon asked his mother what she thought of the sermon.  Her answer:  I believe you missed several opportunities to stop.

Now, before this devotion misses the opportunity to reach a conclusion, I suppose it would be best to point out that Paul’s sermon did not kill Eutychus, it was the fall he took, caused by sitting still too long.  In Paul’s defense we should also remember that it was he who rushed to Euty’s rescue, and witnessed (or caused) his revival.

For You Today

If you are one who puts the cares of life on hold during the worship hour, and digs-in deeply to worship, listen, learn, and be strengthend by God’s Word, and God’s Holy Spirit speaking to your heart through song, prayer, giving, and preaching, you’re on the right track. 

If any preacher got a wakeup call about long sermons, it was Paul.  He probably vowed to God on his way out of town the next day, that he would watch out for being too wordy, or repetitive.  But, still, there’s something to be said for a congregation that worships whole-heartedly, and awake!

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!  

[1] Title image: Wikimedia Commons   Unless noted, Scripture quoted from The New Living Translation©    

Thursday, May 19, 2016

It's Just a Job

Thursday, May 19, 2016
“I know all the things you do, that you are neither hot nor cold.  I wish that you were one or the other!  Revelation 3:15(NLT)
Frank Donoroma was a friend, and a member of the church I served in 1990.  He was part of the lay leadership and sang in the choir.  Frank lived right behind the church, and for many years served as custodian.  He was the only one I knew who didn’t get dizzy climbing straight up a special ladder we had to change light bulbs in the 40’-high sanctuary ceiling.
My friend earned a living with a hammer in his hand, so it was no surprise that when he retired he took up woodworking as a hobby.  Often from my study on the second floor of the church, I could hear him using all sorts of machines to cut wood, or shape and smooth the contours of his latest project.  He was quite good.  I still use a wooden wastebasket he made for me.
As a craftsman who used wood for medium, it was natural that when the church decided one Advent Season to offer to our community an interactive “tour of Bethlehem,” Frank would play the part of the carpenter…his character’s specialty would be, as the contract-holder with the Roman officials, to make crosses for executions. 
With church members as tour-guides, visitors were taken to homes, shops, an over-crowded inn, and even a synagogue.  The guides would ask questions of the citizens, shop keepers and officials.  Some of the dialogue took on a life of its own!
Frank’s carpenter shop on the tour was right after the nativity.  He was supposed to have one line; when the tour guide asked:  And, what are you doing, sir?  Frank would respond, Oh, I make crosses; the Romans pay good money for my work. 
The tour guide would make a face for the visitors and tell them:  Those heartless Romans use those crosses to kill our citizens of Bethlehem; I hope that little baby we saw in the manger never has to face that.  Then she would turn back to our cross-making carpenter and say:  You should be ashamed…don’t you know those heathen Roman dogs would even put the Messiah on one of those things you’re making if he were here?
At that point Frank was supposed to shrug and go back to pounding on the wooden crossbeam.  But the words rolled out of his mouth before he could stop them…
Lady, it’s just a job!
The words came out so naturally and captured the spirit of indifference so well that we kept that dialogue throughout the two nights of tours.  Hundreds of people met a man who casually made death sentence apparatus seem just a part of normal living.
In a conversation weeks after the Bethlehem Walk, Frank told me that his role as the “lukewarm cross-maker” caused him to lose a few nights’ sleep.  He said that it was one thing to play a role in a pageant, saying that phrase over and over, it’s just a job.  But it started him thinking about how he lives and if he’s anything like that carpenter he played. 
Frank said he began to look at everything he did so differently.  He wanted to make certain he didn’t crucify Christ with his attitude and what he did every day.  Playing that role made him think hard about the way he lived his life.  He said to me at one point:  Preacher, whoever that guy was who made the cross they hung Jesus on…I don’t ever want to be him.
So…it wasn’t just a job after all!

For You Today

What’s it going to be like today?  Just a job…or white-hot for Jesus?
You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road today…have a blessed day!

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[1] Title Image:  By Martin-loewenstein Ölbild von Żaba, Hamburg 2010, via Wikimedia Commons