My Sermon For Christ
ðŸŽ¡ I ran across this question the other day: What would your sermon be about if you had the opportunity to preach to Christ? I gave that some thought, then, on my next visit to our Sunday church service, I asked our minister (Pastor Bob) that question. He thought for a moment and said he really didnâ€™t know; he would have to give it some thought. That was good advice.
After long deliberation, I know what my sermon would be. I would tell Jesus how much his wisdom has affected the world, making us strive to be better than our innate self wanted to be, thanking him for sacrificing his life to atone for our sins, and expressing our gratitude for our many blessings. Then, I would ask him what Heavenâ€™s like since there isnâ€™t a detailed description of it in the bible, to my knowledge. If I get in, will I see my parents, grandparents, and other loved ones? Since they donâ€™t have their earthly body, will I be able to recognize them?
I would ask him if he would revise the Ten Commandments or leave them as they are. Then I would ask him about the elephant in the room: Am I living a life that will get me admitted into Heaven? Heck, I might even ask him about John the Baptist or if he (Christ) had any siblings. How old was he when he knew his Father had given him special powers? Does he let his angels visit us occasionally? Has he really counted every hair on our head, or is it his way of saying heâ€™s watching us closely? Does he really know whatâ€™s in our hearts, or does he judge us based on our actions?
The obvious question I need to ask myself is: have I asked him these questions in my prayers? The answer is a very positive â€œNO.â€ That doesnâ€™t seem like something I need to include in my prayers. I have read the bible from cover to cover, looking for the answers, and could not get them clearly resolved.
Sometimes I feel that Iâ€™m not sure of anything. As a young boy, I loved the smell of snow. As an adult, Iâ€™m not sure I have ever smelled snow. What would I do if I saw an angel? Would that convince me beyond doubt there is a heaven?
How would Christ feel if I delivered a sermon in his presence? He would feel like it was an inquisition instead of a sermon. Arthur Conan Doyle said, “There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact.” Maybe thatâ€™s my problem ðŸ˜Š.
ðŸŽ¡ I read an article that said a Yale research study found that listeners have a good chance of discerning whether someone has a college degree by listening to the person speak just seven words. At first thought, well, what are the seven words? Turns out it can be any word; it makes no difference. Within seven of them, you can tell if a person has a college degree. The people that performed the research did not talk to me because, regardless of my many years on this planet, I cannot determine if a person is college educated within their first seven words. I donâ€™t believe how intelligent you are is determined by the sheepskin on your wall.
Today, college is more important than when I was a youngster. Back in the mid-20th century, a high school diploma was all that was required to land a job that paid a decent salary. Today, an undergraduate degree often isnâ€™t enough to get great jobs. Iâ€™m more inclined to believe you can discern someoneâ€™s educational level by their bearing, not their choice of words. My granddaughter, Christine, has a Ph.D., and I challenge anyone to tell that by talking to her. She always talks on the level of the people she is with and is never condescending. Many of us think that if you are well educated, it automatically qualifies you as being intelligent, failing to understand there are many worthless college degrees, some available with minimal effort.
Iâ€™m more inclined to judge people by their ideas and how they express themselves than anything else. I enjoy people that speak concisely and thoughtfully. I grew up as a â€œhill Billyâ€ and used the colloquial words â€œhanâ€™tâ€ (I have not) and â€œainâ€™t (am not, has not, have not, is not, are not). I dropped the former(â€˜hanâ€™tâ€™) by the time I was in the 7th grade, but I still use the latter often ðŸ˜Š. Iâ€™ll bet if the Yale surveyors interviewed me and I used â€œainâ€™t, they would drop me in the bucket that said, â€œno college,â€ and they would be wrong. I wonder if it would surprise them that I have listened to 743 audiobooks since January 2007. I have been a lover of books my entire life. I remember reading comic books at age five, trying to figure out the words hovering above the mouths of the characters within. By the time I was in the third grade, I had a stack of comic books almost as tall as I was. No one in my circle of friends could read better than I, and that love of reading has been with me all my life. No, I donâ€™t have an enormous collection of physical books, but I have a database filled with audiobooks and the ratings I gave each. I can tell you when I purchased it and when it was read. I have traveled the world, been into outer space and plunged ocean depths, by listening to these books. Come to think of it, I would rather judge someone by the books they read than by whether they went to college. In Matthew, Chapter 7, verse 1 of the Bible it says, â€œJudge not, they ye be not judged.â€ I need to pay more attention that verse ðŸ˜Š.
ðŸŽ¡ My wife is often amused that I use hand gestures as I talk. I was unaware of it, so I started paying attention, and sure enough, she was right. Now, I pay attention to others to see if they do the same thing, and so far, itâ€™s a mixed bag. I have concluded that those of us that do, are using our hands to illustrate what weâ€™re trying to say. I believe that we are more intense in trying to convince someone of what weâ€™re saying, and we bolstered that belief with the movements of our arms and hands. A crude but prime example would be if I used the F*** word and flipped you the bird. I have never made that obscene gesture.
Along with hand gestures, Iâ€™m impressed with people that laugh easily. I think the ability to laugh reveals a personality that is open to humor and resistant to depression. I have known quite a few depressed people, and none smiled easily or talked positively. When I meet new people for the first time, I look for an amiable smile and a cheerful outlook. I have an extensive list of friends with those qualities and a few that donâ€™t. I think cheerful people have a light in their eyes that rejoices the heart and renews a belief that something good lies in wait just around the corner. They believe no exercise strengthens the heart more than reaching down and lifting someone up. So, look for those traits when looking for a friend. It has always worked for me. Now you know my secret. ðŸ˜Š
Jean-Jacques Rousseau said, “People who know little are usually great talkers, while men who know much say little.” Hmm, thatâ€™s probably not the quote I wanted to use here. ðŸ˜Š