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.