Last Saturday I preached at a Men’s Breakfast for a church with which I work on an informal basis.
Lately, I have been wrestling with the idea of how one Christians idea can create change… real change… change that can move the world.
So, I wrote a sermon about how one could do such a thing…. kind of an audacious thing to do at 8 am on a Saturday morning to church members who have just feasted on bacon, eggs, biscuits, sausage, grits, gravy and plenty of coffee…. a sermon designed to rouse and inspire men who were comfortable, relaxed, happy… good men who do good things….
And so I started “Today I want to talk to you about changing the world”…. they gave me their attention politely… and listened…. I just wanted to plant an idea that one man can do something that can catch fire and change the world or at least your little end of it for Jesus Christ.
Wonderful people, good Christian men all… and women…they were invited to this breakfast too…. listened contentedly….. around the room I saw a few furrowed brows… I hoped that meant thinking instead of dissatisfaction.
I spoke for about 15 minutes…. good response… the pats on the back… then hand shakes… “good job Pastor”… “great message”….”you did good”…. I was pleased and disappointed. Somehow I had allowed myself to think that i was gong to change the world that morning.. We stood around enjoying a great visit, good laughter, good prayer… then we went out separate ways….
“Father? Was that really what you wanted me to talk about? Was that message useful to you…. pleasing to you? I left full of doubts…
I walk into the sanctuary running a bit late because of another obligation I had at another church. And when I walked in I heard my name.
One of my good friends, a great man in the church was telling the church about my message and how it had moved him… I would never have guessed.
We talked a bit later about some ideas he had…. he thought about the message and became more and more excited….
Father… maybe that was the right one… maybe I did say the right words…. how often inspiration seems so hollow until later…
Thank you Father for using that little 15 minute message to do something that may turn out to be wonderful…
One seed planted…. watered with the pure water of the Holy Spirit….
We plant the seeds, we sow the word…. and He waters them and raises them. I am anxious to see what God grows from this one little seed.