Saturday, May 23, 2009

Deliver Me

Here is a story I tell at the beginning of a sermon on Deliverance...enjoy.


So, Sometimes as a preacher you get what you consider a the ‘word of God’ for someone. It is as if God drops this message/scripture into your head for a group of people. I had one of these moments for my buddy Trimble’s church in Zambia.

IT WAS THE PRODICal son……for those with no dads.
Now my buddy trimble had a church in the bush in Zambia, on the edge of nowhere….Trimble, as is popular amongst young bible college students go find a place with no church and set about starting one….witch doctors first. His story about planting the church is CRAZY. I had promised to go and preach before I came home to Canada, so after a long drive we got to the church.

As I walked in the church….a side room off the Bull stadium on a large ranch, Trimble points out the witch doctor-come to check out the preacher. The amazing thing was as they start to worship-totally simple, but earnest…..i notice people start falling down….and when they fall down the ushers TIE THEM WITH ROPE and haul them out. Soon I realize that they are manifesting demons and to keep them from lashing out they tie them up. About 30 minutes later the women (in this case) come back, meekly into the church.

I started to get nervous about preaching time….but as I started the place fell silent. I thought, man I must totally be missing it. I told the story about how the younger brother went away….AND GOD WAITED FOR HIM TO COME HOME, I told about the father who GAVE EVERYTHING FOR HIS SONS. People began to cry. When it came to ministry the church was at the front. Why? Because they had seen a glimpse of a God that was not like their father’s. Africa is a fatherless place, because of HIV many grew up on their own, in families without men. Culturally men there are unnurturing and have little to do with the kids. The men that were at home often beat them….gave them nothing. Those people got delivered that day from THINKING GOD DIDN’T CARE.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Middle Age

People tell me that 30 is the new 2o and that middle age is 65. Let me push back and say, ' who wants to chase kids around the playground at 5o?'- DAD or GRANDPA?- neither. There is a time of life for everything, and not all things in life can be done anytime. I have always been one who both is amazed at how much I have done in life AND how much I have missed. I am too old for the olympics, for climbing everest, for travelling without kids.....(maybe someday lord).

I know people who struggle to have kids because they have found that 40 is too old. Seniors who feel as lively as when they were 20, but can't walk or run because of health problems......

WHAT IS THE MESSAGE? .......LIVE IT!

I have been observing lately that if you want to build something, a career, a house or a church. Do it while you are young. It is amazing to see that even those ol' guys with lots of life left hit 50 and something changes. The drive to do it in your 50's is not there. In your 50's you want to enjoy the fruit of your labour, tell someone else how to do it, or better yet....consult. Building is for your 30's maybe 40's so get a move on.... OLD MAN.