The Tempest: Its Sunday morning....time for Church

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Its Sunday morning....time for Church

I’m all dressed and ready for church. Apparently, my pastor will be holding forth on yet another obscure Old Testament Hebrew ritual, something having to do with the feast of the tabernacle or some such thing. I’m sure he will weave an amazing tapestry that will somehow provide real world application to the struggles we Christians deal with in the world of today. At some point during the message we will see pictures on the screen of some distant hillside in Israel taken during one of his pilgrimages. Maybe there will even be Jewish dancers and robust Hebrew songs. After thirty minutes or so of this inspiration, I will be thoroughly equipped to face the rigors of the week to come. Shalom.

2 comments:

PRSeptember 25, 2011 at 9:45 PM
Why are you and i so cynical? Is it the curse of the PK's? For whatever reason, I'm right with you.
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AnonymousSeptember 27, 2011 at 4:21 PM
Interestingly enough, the seminarian down in Wake Forest would agree. That is not what preaching is supposed to be about, and surprisingly not what the Old Testament is about either. It's far richer and more applicable than tabernacles and maps and feasts and rituals. So be encouraged that there is a movement away from maps and toward the gospel because the Old Testament does matter today and does correlate to the New Testament because the only Bible Jesus actually read was the Old Testament and He didn't care about maps and pictures and historical information! That changes nobody. No, the whole Bible (Genesis to Revelation) is a story of the coming Son of God who is bringing redemption through brokenness and salvation through judgment. Something actually worth living for.
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