At church last Sunday I was given a book of sermons published in 1901. What a wonderful gift! I will read it and look for some gems in it, but more than that, I sense a message in the gift. Many years ago, I was taught that often God speaks to us through the gifts we are given, that we should pay close attention to them, particularly to those that may seem unusual.
I refuse to participate in the recession!
Signs
In the church that I grew up in, most Sundays our pastor would have an object lesson for the children before dismissing them. My dad would often say that he got more from the children’s lesson than the long-winded sermons! Jesus communicated in parables: object lessons. Prophets would often act out the messages that they were to give. (Think of Ezekiel laying on his side for 430 days, and Agabus binding Paul’s hands.) This past Sunday, the Lord had a message for our church and brought an object lesson to us. We saw acted out what the Lord is doing.
When I was 19...
The Builder's Anointing
Setting Screens
I love basketball. I played in high school. I still play a couple times a week. A few weeks back I had a very rewarding game. Our team won on an easy layup by my teammate. I had set a screen for him that made him open, so that he could score easily. Setting a screen is positioning oneself to block a teammate’s defender, so that the teammate can then easily make it to the basket or be open for a shot without the defender being close to him.
I Love Idi Amin
In 1986, Cheryl and I traveled on a short-term ministry trip to Uganda. We came to a country that had suffered for 15 years under two dictators who had devastated the country. Many may know the name Idi Amin, known for the genocide estimated to be more than a million, but less known is Milton Obote, who is also estimated to have eliminated more than 1 million of his enemies in genocide. Fifteen years of civil war, corruption and genocide had left the country very different from Winston Churchill’s description of Uganda as “the Pearl of Africa.” We passed checkpoints with teenagers holding machine guns, roads that were often barely drivable, and infrastructure that was a mess. But what made it most real, however, was the day we were taken to a shed that was filled with dozens of skulls of the victims of the mass killings.