Many of the people in our churches have one thing in common with the Athenians whom Paul encountered on his second missionary trek: they love to hear new things. If a sermon does not present some new idea, enabling them to walk out with a ‘I never thought of that before,’ the message just doesn’t work. To many, the harshest criticism of a sermon is “I’ve heard that before.”

Now, being a preacher with a strong desire to please–to have people walk out of church feeling they’ve received something really special that day–I’ve sometimes fallen into that trap. I have found myself reading Scripture in search of exotic texts, those that surprise me with stories I’d never noticed, insights I’d never found, principles which I knew would excite my members. But, as I say, it’s a trap.

There is a reason ‘Amazing Grace’ is the most popular hymn in America. And reason aplenty why subjects like ‘Salvation by Grace’ (Ephesians 2:8-9), ‘The Inspiration of the Scriptures’ (II Timothy 3:14-17), and ‘Heaven’ (John 14:1-6) are such familiar subjects most of us could preach at a moment’s notice with no preparation at all. They connect with the deepest needs and hungers of people.

I cannot speak for other pastors–I know only my own situation–but I cannot count the times when in my study I have come across these and other well-known (i.e., much-loved and oft-preached) texts and considered adding them to the preaching schedule, only to back away. They just weren’t exciting enough.

My reaction might not have been so obvious but it feels like the worshipers in Malachi’s day who turned up their noses at the Lord’s offerings, saying, ‘What a weariness.’ In the old days, the Lord took that as an insult.

The grand themes of Scripture are grand for a reason: they have ministered best to God’s people over the centuries. As someone has said, ‘Cliches came to be cliches for good reason–they carry great truth.’

I sat across the table at a fast food restaurant chatting with a young pastor who was struggling to find his way. I had seen enough of his work to feel he was getting off course, that his preaching was too negative, and his people were becoming restless and discouraged. I said to him, “My friend, preach the great old truths. The love of God. Grace and mercy. Forgiveness. The joy of the Lord is your strength. The incarnation of Jesus.”

I said, “Now, I can just hear the enemy whispering in your ear that these are boring subjects. But he’s lying. These are the diamonds in the field. These are the sermons that will minister best and accomplish most for your hurting people.”

It took years, but I finally came to take my own advice.

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The city is excited that in the post-season arrangement of college football games, New Orleans gets the two biggest contests. On January 1, the Sugar Bowl features Georgia versus Hawaii, the only unbeaten team in the “big” division of the NCAA. Georgia has lost two games but many people call them the toughest team going right now. They want to prove that, while Hawaii wants to show they can play with the big boys.

Because of their unblemished record, Hawaii claims it should be in the BCS championship game which will be held in the same arena, the Louisiana Superdome, on January 7. That game features LSU against Ohio State.

The two biggest games of the season, and we’ve got them. On Tuesday after the Sugar Bowl, the Georgia/Hawaii guests will be leaving town the same day the LSU/Ohio State people are arriving. Look for gridlock.

I said to my dentist, “So, who are you pulling for on January 7?” The framed certificates all over his walls bely his Ohio State roots.

“Not even close,” he said.

I pointed out that I’m from the state of Alabama, but pulled for LSU against the Crimson Tide this year.

He said, “But you didn’t attend Alabama.” Nope. Birmingham-Southern. But we didn’t have a football team, and Bear Bryant had just arrived as the Alabama coach, so we all adopted the Tide and quickly became ardent supporters. I’ve gone to many of the Alabama games and have my own Bear Bryant stories.

“Not the same thing,” he said. “When you live on campus and the Saturday football game is the biggest thing going and you sit in the freezing stands with your sweetheart and your fraternity brothers–you are forever bonded.”

I guess so.

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Here is the other article of mine found among my father’s keepsakes after his November 3 death. You’ll see why it means so much to me that he kept it.

NO MATTER WHAT YOU BELIEVE ABOUT HEAVEN, YOU HAVE A SURPRISE IN STORE

(Originally written September 9, 2003)

In the latest Tom Clancy best-seller, “The Teeth of the Tiger,” foreign terrorists plot a doomsday act against the United States. As the team slips across the unguarded Mexican border, each man knows he has less than a week to live, but dreamily anticipates the glorious fate awaiting him in heaven as a martyr. The terrorists fantasize of celestial virgins catering to their every desire and the eternal glory in which they shall bask. The price for such a coveted reward is a suicidal act which snuffs out the lives of hundreds of the infidel Americans. They can hardly wait.

As I take that in–and I scan a lot of it because even reading such twisted thinking pains me–all I can say is, “Are you ever going to be surprised!”

I suspect there are a lot of disappointed martyrs waiting in some celestial dumping ground, eager for a reunion with the crooks and con men who hoodwinked them into believing that murderous martyrdom earns heavenly bliss. They are literally weeping and gnashing their teeth–weeping from the hell in which they find themselves and teeth-gnashing in anger at those responsible for their ending up there.

We wonder at the way some people consign their eternity to others without so much as a ‘by your leave.’ Promise them unending glory or godness and you can have everything they own. Don’t they question their leaders, we wonder. Why don’t they demand credentials from those asking so much of them? How can these people be so brilliant in a hundred ways and completely gullible in others?

The Lord Jesus once said, “No one has been to Heaven except the One who came from there.” (John 3) Whatever else we make of that, one thing is certain. Jesus claimed to be The Authority on Heaven. Not one of the authorities, but the sole authority. Not the angels, not preachers, not philosophers, not intellectuals, not theologians or soothsayers nor celebrities. Just Jesus.

The only Native of Heaven ever to set foot on earth is the One qualified to teach us what Heaven means, what it is, and how to get there.

As for the credentials of Jesus, how about a sinless life, a miraculous death, and a glorious resurrection! He truly is in a league of His own.

That’s not to say Jesus doesn’t get out-voted a lot. On practically any secular college campus in America–and in far too many seminaries–Jesus’ words are debated and dissected and discarded as too narrow, too primitive, and too irrelevant. Some people need reminding that God did not put Jesus up for a vote. In the memorable words of the Apostle Paul, “Let God be true and every man a liar.”

The Lord Jesus Christ was not submitted for our approval.

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This weekend I was looking through some of my father’s stuff and came across two articles I had written several years ago, which he had kept with his stash of mementoes and keepsakes. The fact that he kept them meant a great deal to me, and prompts me to post them here on the website for any use the Lord may still have for them.

Here is the first one….

UNEMPLOYMENT’S GOOD SIDE: It Gave Me Back My Dad

(Originally dated January 8, 2002)

In the last year, both my sons and a number of our church members found themselves looking for jobs. There’s a lot of that going around these days, as blue chip companies cut back and last year’s start-ups become this year’s anecdotes. It will seem strange to some, but I look back to a time when my dad was unemployed as the best time our family had ever known to that point.

It was 1951 and the news came suddenly. Mom and the six children were in Alabama visiting relatives while dad worked in the coal mines at home, near Beckley, West Virginia. He would be along in a few days. He came all right–with the news that the mines were laying off half the work force. Our family would be moving in with our recently widowed grandmother until he could find work in Alabama.

In many ways, it was a dark day, as we moved away without saying goodbye to classmates and our home. To our Alabama cousins, we went from exalted status as northerners with the fascinating Yankee accents to intruders who talk funny and whose father had no job. It was not an easy adjustment for this eleven-year-old.

But the rewards were almost immediate.

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Church doesn’t come much simpler or worship much purer than Corinth Church, a few miles east of Double Springs, Alabama. I preached there last Sunday morning at their 8:30 service. The place was packed out; maybe 45 people were present. They turned off the butane heater, occupying the center of the platform where a pulpit would normally sit, just before the service started.

No electricity, no lights. No cushions on the pews. No piano, no organ, no keyboard, not even a harmonica. No bathrooms, no water fountains. No robed choirs, no stained glass windows, no carpets on the floor. It’s just a room, and a small one at that. No printed bulletins, no projectors, and no screens on the wall. No announcements, no special music. And, in case you are wondering, no babies, no children, and no teenagers either. So no nursery, no classrooms, and no noise.

Corinth Church was started sometime around 1857, typical of the little one-room church houses so prevalent in rural, primitive America at the time. As the country prospered and people moved to town and then the society became more mobile, more educated, and more demanding of its institutions, the Corinth churches of our land were mostly abandoned.

This one was was shut down sometime in the early 1980s; the wonder is that it held out that long. Then, on May 25, 2003, some neighbors decided to reopen the building and have services. It’s been going on ever since. The reason I’m so exact about the years and the dates is they gave me one of their fans. It’s all printed on it.

Bill Wilson is the pastor. “I have to leave as soon as the service is over,” he told me. “I’m the pastor of the Nazarene church at Black Pond.” He and I wore the only suits in the house.

I asked the congregation, “Is this a Baptist church?” Yes. “Are you all Baptists?” Nope. Lots of shaking heads.

“How many of you are Methodists?” A couple of hands. “Nazarenes?” The preacher and one other. “Baptists?” Lots of hands.

I named other denominations and got a smattering of response. “We had a Catholic one Sunday,” someone said. It’s not far from the resort area of Smith Lake, so presumably they attract from that area.

I asked, “When we leave here, how many of you will go on to another church?” About a third of the hands went up.

“The obvious question then is, why are you here?”

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