Reality is messy, and so are sheep. In this sermon Pastor Denise explores the way God uses the misfits, the outcast, the overlooked, and the second class citizens to bring the good news.
All our world seems to know is shallow love, misdirected love. Love focused inward on ourselves. Whether it’s the Bee Gee’s singing about How Deep one’s love is or is not or Queen reflecting on a crazy little thing called love the ample songs and media dedicated to the topic seem to get us no closer to knowing what love is or ought be.
So what is love? What is real love supposed to be?
We begin our journey through Advent reflecting on the theme of Hope. Hope is a feeling we can not live without. As Christians we live within the hope that God provides. Pastor Denise speaking as Zechariah shows how hope broke into the life of this old man and barren woman. The hope of a child, the hope of a coming savior, the hope of a God whose word does not return void.
God does amazing miracles through everyday, normal people. Imagine following God in faith, even enduring hardship and suffering, but not seeing the fulfillment of God’s promise during your lifetime. These heroes of the faith did just that. They showed us how to live life trusting God to achieve his good purposes, and how to jump in and allow God to use our ordinary-ness to do extraordinary things.
Are there camels looming on your horizon?
After 40 years of peace, turning their hearts away from God has the expected results. Once again the Israelites did evil in the LORD’s sight and the Midianites are looming large. Taking over. Stealing all the good stuff. Riding in on their army of camels and reducing their villages to rubble again. Seems like God’s people would learn, doesn’t it?
The people are now reduced to hiding from the Midianites. That is where we find our unlikely hero this morning—hiding. In a well. Threshing the grain to feed his tribe. Did you hear that part about the bottom of the hole? It is kind of hard to separate the grain from the chaff without at least a little bit of a breeze . . .