My first sermon

I hesitate to title the post this way… for a few reasons.

Some of it is just my baggage, plain and simple. Some of it is that if I don’t call it a “sermon”… and I fail, I won’t feel so discouraged. (Yes, I’m being honest, and not just wise cracking today…well, not too much.) Yes, I need prayer, and I’ll thank you for petitioning God for me. I mostly just want to get out of the way, read the Bible, mention a few things, and let God do the piercing/talking to the heart. I don’t have to hold his hand in all this, but I sure do need him to hold mine.

This Sunday, I’ll be speaking for the Sunday morning during the Camp Swatara chapel service. I’ve spoken at retreats, prayer breakfasts, Sunday school classes, small groups, of single or mixed gender, but I haven’t be asked to be a Sunday morning guest preacher until now. And before that starts to mess with my mind, I’m going to deconstruct it, and get reasonable. What will happen is that I’ll be spending a few minutes with my siblings in Jesus. I’ll be sharing some things I’ve learned, and continue to learn, and try, as I thirst and hunger for my Savior. It’s not a gig at all. It’s a whole lot more like a chance to realize acutely how silly I am, and how much I need God’s help.

I’ll be sharing about the richness and power of The Lord’s Prayer (Matthew 6:9-13); and how it tells us so much about God, and so much about how we are invited to be a part of his Bigger Plan, now, and in Kingdom Come.

I made a handout for the children to color, and the adults to use to join with me in prayer at the end.

Together, we’ll get on the same page, and tell God who He is, so we learn it better. We’ll all get on the same page to apprehend how we are a part of his reality and plan, and untwist our independent thinking where we think that it’s somehow the other way around. And hopefully, we’ll see the centerpiece is forgiveness and grace, and the rest of it makes zero sense if that part isn’t the main thrust.

coloring page for my Sermon time (No birds were burnt in the making of this drawing.)
Coloring pg resource found here.

Ever Won a Sword Drill?

Often a “sword drill” happens in a community of Christians with “Bible” in their moniker. (Like “community bible church”, or in the case of my church that had a corner on spiritual knowledge “Bible Truth Chapel”. Yes, I’m totally serious.)

Drillers race to see who can be the first to find, and read the Bible verse, that has been called out. It can sort of be like a modified cage fight for chess players, complete with mild, trash talking.

“II John, as if! You’d better hope, Pizza Joe doesn’t pick one of the minor prophets again, or you’re done for!”

I remember the sweaty palms, the pulse pumping in my ears, the thick anticipation hanging in the air. I held my hard backed Bible up, and always knew I was at a distinct disadvantage at the onset. Obviously, a flexible leather binding allowed a driller to shave valuable seconds off the hardback kids. My knowledge of bible book order helped me out a lot, but those with thumb tabs? Well, to me that was the equivalent of using steroids. Completely wrong–a cheaters way to win. Plus, I was jealous. When I would win, and it wasn’t often, I felt like I won one for the little guy.

Do you have any memories like this?

Poised for a Sword Drill!