Sermon Play by Play

Okay, for the possibility of flogging a dead horse, I will cover the best moments of my sermon from this past week.  Well, I can't think of any so, I will just highlight the content...

Text:  Ephesians 3
Big Idea:  We are all One at the Cross

Had this video in the Q but didn't work, so I had to read the lyrics instead.  Video was better.  And for you trivia fans, this song was written by the late MJ and Lionel Richie.



"The gospel is completely, absolutely, profoundly, marvelously inclusive. Therein lies the beauty of the gospel. It does not take into account if you are a man or woman, asian, or latino, organic or have a fast food death wish. It doesn't care if you live on the lake or live in your car. Whether you are a dentist or a truck driver. It does not care if this is your first time in church or you have been here 20 years.  “Here there is not Greek and Jew, circumcised and uncircumcised, barbarian, Scythian, (known as the widlest of barbarians – or people living in Lake Country) slave, free; but Christ is all, and in all.” (Col 3:1).  The gospel cares about you. It invites you in.  Yet, Jesus never forces his way onto the scene. He is always available, always ready, always wanting to enter in, but we have a choice. We can welcome him or not."

That's about all I have to offer apparently. My beautiful wife is a great sounding board for analyzing my sermons, hence I regularly inquire about her thoughts. So upon the conclusion of this puppy she said "You finished strong." Lovely. That sounds like a winner doesn't it? And today she noted, "the rose doesn't bloom every Sunday." It just keeps getting worse.

Admittedly, this might be the worst post ever as I was reminded of a chat I had with another preacher type o' guy. He surmised that preachers are probably the only ones who have flashbacks about their sermons, and then obsess over the next week about what they said.  I sadly agreed. I am pretty sure Monday morning most people are more concerned about whether or not they have matching socks on.  So don't feel bad if you ended up here and you bale so you can go through your sock drawer.   My wife went looking for socks Sunday at noon. And because everyone is asking (ahem) I am wearing Skecher ankle high socks.  Short legs short socks.  Let's get serious, most people can't tell were my socks end and my legs start.  If I was running naked through a Saskatchewan winter no one would be able to see me.