Difference between revisions of "Sermon for November 19th, 2017"
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==Stew(ardship): Elisha's Stew== | ==Stew(ardship): Elisha's Stew== | ||
| − | It was a Sunday morning in the middle of Stewardship month, and a woman in the pews was fumbling in her purse for her | + | It was a Sunday morning in the middle of Stewardship month, and a woman in the pews was fumbling in her purse for her pledge card when a large television remote control fell out of her purse and clattered into the aisle. |
The curious usher bent over to retrieve it for her and whispered, “Do you always carry your TV remote to church?” | The curious usher bent over to retrieve it for her and whispered, “Do you always carry your TV remote to church?” | ||
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2 Kings 4:38-40
38 When Elisha returned to Gilgal, there was a famine in the land. As the company of prophets was[d] sitting before him, he said to his servant, “Put the large pot on, and make some stew for the company of prophets.”[e] 39 One of them went out into the field to gather herbs; he found a wild vine and gathered from it a lapful of wild gourds, and came and cut them up into the pot of stew, not knowing what they were. 40 They served some for the men to eat. But while they were eating the stew, they cried out, “O man of God, there is death in the pot!” They could not eat it. 41 He said, “Then bring some flour.” He threw it into the pot, and said, “Serve the people and let them eat.” And there was nothing harmful in the pot.
Stew(ardship): Elisha's Stew
It was a Sunday morning in the middle of Stewardship month, and a woman in the pews was fumbling in her purse for her pledge card when a large television remote control fell out of her purse and clattered into the aisle.
The curious usher bent over to retrieve it for her and whispered, “Do you always carry your TV remote to church?”
“No,” she replied, “but since the pastor is talking about money today, my husband decided to skip church, and I figured this was the most evil thing I could legally do to him.”
Growing up in my six-person family, there was never any question if, whether, or which of the evening leftovers would go into the giant stew-pot that lived in the freezer. Each night, everything that wasn't eaten for dinner got added to that stew pot and frozen, waiting to be thawed, reheated, and reclaimed at the end of the week. The only real question was how this particular leftover ingredient or that would affect the taste and character of the stew when the pot was full. And despite some highly questionable additions (like pancakes, or spaghetti, or applesauce) somehow the stew always ended up being surprisingly good--and completely different every week!
