Had the Watoto Children's Choir sing this past Sunday. I have heard them over the years, but the group touring Canada this year is tight (and by "tight" I mean, they can rip a tune, which I realize is not much clearer but work with me). They have 22 kids and 4 adults singing tunes. The adults harmonize like crazy. Plus they are a lot of fun to deal with as well.
After the morning, I asked if we could throw a little freezie love their way. Ahh, yea. They are from Ughanda and did not have a hot clue what I was talking about. Comedy. After the incredible description of "it's like frozen juice but not really juice" they took me up on the offer. As I was handing out the freezies, out of nowhere all 22 kidlets in unison say, "Thank you for the freezies pastor." Startled, I replied, "my pleasure, thank you." And without missing a beat they replied again in unison, "yes, pastor." Seriously, it was stunning. Most likely due to the fact that, the only time I have ever heard my 3 kids speak in unison, was when I said "Yes, I know 'everyone' has ipod touches but you will not be receiving an ipod touch from your parents today because we are mean..." and the triple threat whine fest began.
I sermonized this past weekend as well, and because everyone wants to know (just a second..getting my tongue out of my cheek here, okay) here are some of the gold medal moments (that was really funny).
Ephesians 4
Big Idea: We are called to be a single cohesive Unit of Christ followers armed with purpose, confidence, single mindedness and love. Ready to take on anything and anyone at anytime.
Kicked it off focusing on the phrase in vs 1 "...live a life worthy of the calling you have received." Love that line. Challenged everyone to consider what that really means. How that statement makes no ordinary day, just an ordinary day. Each day is great, each day is wide in God's kingdom.
Used this clip from "Remember the Titans." Had a sweet tie in. Give it some time, this copy is hard to see at first.
This means we aim for a goal, which we always keep in perspective, and we don't miss that goal. Or, as my son Brady noted after Canada locked down their 14th gold, 'We powned the podium.'
If you are interested in checking out the whole deal, you will find it here.
Showing posts with label Sermon Play by Play. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sermon Play by Play. Show all posts
Monday, March 1, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
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.
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.
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