The other day, I gave my first sermon in 3 years.After 13 years of Sunday lessons, you can hold forth at drop of a hat, or a barbell as case may be.
I was in a weight room and my audience was custodian.
I had seen him for several weeks. We exchanged pleasantries, but nothing else save one request about 3 weeks previously to pray for him.
I said I would, but didn’t tell him my background in “praying business.”
He is about 25, a nice enough fellow, and reasonably happy with his job. Other than that, I don’t know anything about him.
The other day, I was weightlifting and he walked into weight room.
Out of proverbial blue, he said, “I never understood what “There, but for Grace of God, go I’ means. What does that mean?”
I said, “Well, think about a guy in a wheelchair, a guy who gets killed in a head-on collision, or a guy in prison who ‘fell in with wrong crowd.’ If not for goodness of God, something like that could happen to you or I.