Sermon for July 22, 2018
As I’ve heard happens to many current and former police officers, a memory from my days on patrol was suddenly triggered this past week. I don’t know exactly what the spark was that brought back this particular call, but it was one of those calls that has stayed with me more than most. I don’t know why one call, versus another, tends to stand out. I’m sure there are numerous reasons but I won’t go into that here.
In the interest of respect for the involved parties, I will keep my description purposely vague, and void of normally salient details, which could lead one to have any idea of the actual call I responded to.
This particular call for service was a 911 call of a report of a deceased party who had committed suicide. A roommate had found this person in their room and called. I don’t know how many of these kinds of calls I went to as a police officer but it was many. If one is paying attention, each one of these situations is so different. There is a sense of reverence and stillness when entering the scene where someone has taken their life. In a way, you almost want to mentally ask the deceased permission to violate their moment, their space. Still, there is a job to be done and this job is part of how I showed respect- doing my job, taking care of whatever their final moment was like. It’s a surreal feeling combined with a practical attention to duty.
Sermon for July 15, 2018
At some point in your life, you will be pushed to your limit. It doesn’t mean you won’t ‘bounce back’, but you will find one thing or another that just breaks every defense you have down until you simply feel like giving up. Maybe that feeling only lasts a moment, or maybe it’s an ongoing struggle, but we will all experience it. It can even be something totally self imposed. Perhaps you want to run a marathon and at some point during training, or even the race itself, you just reach a limit you didn’t know existed.
I was reminded recently of a time, when I was younger, when I just felt totally sick and tired of being type 1 diabetic. I don’t even recall exactly what the tipping point was but I just felt defeated and tired and confused. I just wanted to feel normal again. In a moment, I just yelled out that I don’t care anymore. Realistically, I don’t even know what that meant because it wouldn’t, and couldn’t, change the fact that I had diabetes but I just had to not care for a minute. As soon as I let that out, almost as if there was an immediate divine response, I had the thought, “What if I combined not caring, totally letting go, with compassion?” I never forgot that blinding realization.
Sermon for July 1, 2018
Shocking title, but it is the truth. This isn’t meant to have shock value simply to gain the reader’s attention. There is no trick here just to get ‘clicks’ on a website. This is about your salvation.
The Bible does not, and cannot, contain the truth of Jesus Christ, nor God if there needs to be a distinction. Even if you do accept this, how could it possibly be a good thing? Read on and you will see how you’ve always known these things even if you weren’t consciously aware.
Seeing that the Bible is not the actual truth, our true salvation, really isn’t that much of a stretch. I’m sure there are some who won’t be able to get beyond the idea that saying something like this is irreverent or sacrilegious- that’s ok. Hopefully you will see that this is not the intent, or the reality, of what I’m saying and that it is actually the opposite- stopping with the words of the Bible is an affront to the true spirit of Christ.
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