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Topic: At the Pulpit (11/15/07)
- TITLE: Meet Me Every Sunday
By Kenneth Bridge
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It isn’t fair to them, Lord, that I haven’t any Word for them this morning.
He was weary, but forced a smile as Dave greeted him. Dave, a serious student of the Bible, began coming to the church when his daughter started coming to the youth group on Wednesday nights, and liked what he found there. But that was when there had been time for prayer and study and preparation. Now, with his wife not working in anticipation of their first child, he was stretched thin with working nights outside the church. Wearying rounds through a labyrinth of machinery, swiping his device at the checkpoints every hour, filled his nights. Each morning he fought to remain awake as he drove against the morning rush hour traffic, rolling the window down to let in the rushing cold winter air. He sometimes found himself shouting aloud in his car to keep from surrendering to the need for sleep before he could get home and into bed.
But sleep came hard once he crawled into bed, the daylight prying loose the corners of pulled shades, the daytime sounds of traffic, slamming doors and shouting voices in the apartment building robbed him of much needed rest.
There was so little time and so little energy. Prayer took place while driving to work, sermon preparation in his head as he walked his rounds. There were still people to visit, family crises to mediate, church business that demanded time and attention. Some weeks he was so pulled apart by the responsibilities of home and the pastorate he felt he had nothing to give. “The teacher of the law who has been instructed about the kingdom of God,” Jesus was recorded as saying in Matthew 13, “is like the owner of a house who brings out of his storerooms new treasures as well as old.” On Sunday mornings like this his storerooms seemed bare except for a few moldy and dust covered relics.
He continued to force a smile as he greeted Grandma Storey, saved over sixty years ago in a sod house in Nebraska, who read her Bible once through each year since. What Word did he have for her this day, what fresh revelation and application of Eternal Truth?
He prayed the opening benediction and began rehearsing his thoughts as music and praise filled the sanctuary. He quickly surrendered to the worship and felt his burdens melt away as praise filled the morning. Soon it was time for him to open the Bible and begin to expose God’s Word. As he began to share he felt conviction of the truth and worthiness of God’s Word begin to pour out like anointing oil. Fresh applications and imagery came to him, God’s Word was penetrating. He concluded with an altar call, and many at the congregation responded with broken hearts and deep dedication.
Thank you Lord, for meeting me here again this Sunday.
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