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==FPC Worship is Intelligent==
 
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It's been awhile since I told you a story about two of my favorite Aggies, Bubba and Tiny.  As you may recall, Bubba and Tiny are graduates of that esteemed institution, New Mexico State University.  Or maybe Texas A&M, I can't remember.  But they are definitely Aggies. 
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One day, Bubba and Tiny were working hard, out in the hot oil field, while their boss (a graduate of the University of Texas at El Paso) was sitting in the shade, supervising.  Bubba said to Tiny, "How come he gets to sit in the shade while we're out here workin' so hard in the hot sun?"  Tiny replied, "I don't know, Bubba.  Why don't you go ask him?"
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So Bubba goes up to the boss and asks him how come he gets to sit in the shade while they work out in the sun.  The boss looks up from the book he's been reading, sets down his chilled Margarita, looks Bubba right in the eye, and says, "Intelligence."
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Bubba, confused, says "What's that?  I don't remember taking that class in school." 
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"Well, then I'll show you" says the boss.  I'm going to put my hand on the frame of this pumpjack, and I want you to hit my hand as hard as you can."  Bubba takes a mighty swing, but at the last second the boss moves his hand.  Bubba's fist collides with the steel structure, and he lets out a cry of pain.  "That's intelligence," says the boss.
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Bubba goes back to Tiny, who is working hard, digging a hole with a shovel.  When Tiny sees Bubba he asks him, "What did he say?"  Bubba, with a smug air of confidence replies, "We're out here because of intelligence, Tiny." 
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"What's that, Bubba?" 
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"Well, I think it's something he learned at that Minin' school he went to, Tiny.  But I'll teach it to you."  And Bubba looks around, but the pumpjack is too far away, so instead he puts his hand on the side of his head and says, "Now, hit my hand with your shovel as hard as you can, Tiny..."
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Today's sermon is about...you guessed it...intelligence.  Incidentally, how do you know when your pastor is about to say something intelligent?  That's easy enough.  He begins with the words, "My wife once told me..."

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Luke 24:50-53

50 Then he led them out as far as Bethany, and, lifting up his hands, he blessed them. 51 While he was blessing them, he withdrew from them and was carried up into heaven. 52 And they worshiped him, and returned to Jerusalem with great joy; 53 and they were continually in the temple blessing God.

Romans 12:1-2

12 I appeal to you therefore, brothers and sisters, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship. 2 Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your minds, so that you may discern what is the will of God—what is good and acceptable and perfect.

FPC Worship is Intelligent

It's been awhile since I told you a story about two of my favorite Aggies, Bubba and Tiny. As you may recall, Bubba and Tiny are graduates of that esteemed institution, New Mexico State University. Or maybe Texas A&M, I can't remember. But they are definitely Aggies.

One day, Bubba and Tiny were working hard, out in the hot oil field, while their boss (a graduate of the University of Texas at El Paso) was sitting in the shade, supervising. Bubba said to Tiny, "How come he gets to sit in the shade while we're out here workin' so hard in the hot sun?" Tiny replied, "I don't know, Bubba. Why don't you go ask him?"

So Bubba goes up to the boss and asks him how come he gets to sit in the shade while they work out in the sun. The boss looks up from the book he's been reading, sets down his chilled Margarita, looks Bubba right in the eye, and says, "Intelligence."

Bubba, confused, says "What's that? I don't remember taking that class in school." "Well, then I'll show you" says the boss. I'm going to put my hand on the frame of this pumpjack, and I want you to hit my hand as hard as you can." Bubba takes a mighty swing, but at the last second the boss moves his hand. Bubba's fist collides with the steel structure, and he lets out a cry of pain. "That's intelligence," says the boss.

Bubba goes back to Tiny, who is working hard, digging a hole with a shovel. When Tiny sees Bubba he asks him, "What did he say?" Bubba, with a smug air of confidence replies, "We're out here because of intelligence, Tiny." "What's that, Bubba?" "Well, I think it's something he learned at that Minin' school he went to, Tiny. But I'll teach it to you." And Bubba looks around, but the pumpjack is too far away, so instead he puts his hand on the side of his head and says, "Now, hit my hand with your shovel as hard as you can, Tiny..."

Today's sermon is about...you guessed it...intelligence. Incidentally, how do you know when your pastor is about to say something intelligent? That's easy enough. He begins with the words, "My wife once told me..."