Eric’s Sunday Sermon; “A Day Late?”
I Pick The Futball Cleats.
Let's Dance With Love
Many years ago I realized that I could get to a party whenever. I simply could not be late. End of story, no more debate. The party plainly did not start until I arrived, for I am the life of a party. That is both so wrong and so right on so many levels.
I studied all the interesting stuff about the Biblical end of times and where we go etc. etc.. I am unsure about a few things. Are St. Peter’s gates pearl or gold or maybe both? Regardless we all know the party in heaven does not start until I get there. I know, I know totally irreverent. But preachers tell irreverent jokes all the time – the taboo is what makes them funny. Not to compare but a seven year old boy laughs the hardest when the joke is about taboo poo poo.
Once again a perfect sermon lays in a bin for not worthy to publish as a sermon. I am seriously tossing around the idea of written but not published sermons in a “magazine”. They are mostly not published because they go too far into taboo. I have never worried about irreverent taboo Christianity. I love God and God loves me and we both try to pass that on. All else is merely supplemental.
We pause here. Some would say that is blasphemous. The “try” part and the being supplemental will rub someone wrong. It is my thought and believe that we will see this throughout all spiritual paths. And that if you do not see it, you may want to look for a different path. I think the clearest possible statement in this regard is a simple one.
So Christ was hanging out doing some teaching and some chit chat. A companion at the time asked him what he thought were the most important commissions. Christ did not miss a beat.
Matthew 22:36-40 New International Version (NIV)
36 “Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?” 37 Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’[a] 38 This is the first and greatest commandment. 39 And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[b] 40 All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.” Many say scripture qualifies this. They have it backwards. This qualifies all scripture.
Losing Our Confessions
Can You See?
Perhaps Better Not to Overcome - Just Accept
The boy is clearly horsing around. The boy is obviously handling fragile plates. In this situation the boy drops and breaks the plate. Clearly not an accident situation. The boy must be punished. The father is already to hand out some brimstone and lashings. But instead he just follows the above rule. “Son that is between you and God”. Neither the father on earth, nor the Father in heaven need peep a word. Of the boy, the father, and the Father who would punish the boy the most? I suggest it is the boy who beats himself up. Why add to his misery?
Unlike us old farts the boy has not developed guilt yet. But self-condemnation is inherent. No big deal, the boy repents feels better and off he goes to slay dragons in his yard.
Maybe all that stuff above to add to Christ’s teaching there. Kind of seems like loving and forgiving yourself is left out. Hold on there, ladies and gents. You simply cannot fulfill properly loving others as yourself if you don’t love yourself. Really cool. Can you imagine the Christ meant to be in self-loathing and therefor loath your neighbor. That is like 4+5=3. Never met a joyful person that did that.
Perhaps folks who do not study up on psychobabble do not get that the grumpy old man is just a reflection of his grumpiness toward himself. All to the good and bad.
Now I have jumped off very high cliffs. I have done significant rock climbing and I have stood on the edge of half a mile drop into the abyss. Such a braggart you say. I mention it because I have a near paralyzing fear of heights. (acrophobia). I am likely going to bite off your head if you bug me during these things. Is it because of you? Not hardly. It is because of my fear. Fear does not just cripple you but saps the love right out of your being.
So like the boy who repents, I face the fear in order to overcome it and let there be no blocking of the love. Yes I succeed a good 50% of the time. Reminds me of the comment above that God tries. I wonder if God is winning or losing with me. I think I have the love thing down so probably God is batting around 400 with me.
Baptism In God's Stream
I Like This Silly Notion
Fear On My Breath
I start most days with some time out in the sunrise. You know that whole gig with first light on your skin, silence of man and birds just having a blast and letting you know it. I told a gal that I was having a bad day once. She gently touched my shoulder and explained that I could restart my day whenever I wanted to. In competition my son and I call that a restart. And of course we can do over and mulligan. Why not?!
Second chances in amorous love.
I figure I get that at least every day from my lover of quite some time. She is quite the critical one and not always in a loving way. So sometimes I do something properly but she has it in her head that it should be done a different way. Like growing my roses or house painting. Chances are she will forgive me? Have you ever had someone walk up to you and say “I forgive you”? In their brain you did something wrong and you do not have a clue what they are talking about. Sometimes a consternation or resentment is only in our minds.
So we say “I hate….” Fine, we know it is a figure of speech.
May we assume that just about all emotions pretty much stem from the brain/thinking? Now many of us who spend our time thinking have concluded that love is not an emotion. It is not a thinking thing. Although clearly thinking in love is great. But that is a choice.
For many years I feared my “thinking too much”. I think a rational fear as it could result in blocking love. But that does not necessarily flow. We can choose to go all mental and not block love. The “heat of battle” only blocks love if we let it.
So the title here. “A Day Late”. I wonder and wander about if love is ever a day late. The heroes in the movies just cannot express their love until it is too late. (I think we call that sexual tension)
It has been so long since I have been furious I think I lost the ability. I somehow got over fight or flight. OK maybe the Aphids on my roses or rats eating my tomatoes. I love going commando on them. (no chemies)
Just yesterday I was having some feelings I did not like. I called a buddy of nearly 40 years. He listened carefully letting me know he was engaged. He said three words and hung up rudely. “Get a Labotomy”. Point taken friend.
If we follow rules and commandments and commissions without Love then we cannot love. “For God is Love”.