As you'll see from the post below, I found a sermon hiding in a box at my parents' house. It had been in storage, like so many other things, since I moved back to Los Angeles from Atlanta back in 2003. The truly strange thing about this sermon, though, is that I completely forgot I had written it.
When I found it, the pages were in reverse order (which made for an interesting first read), that means I had not touched the manuscript since I preached it. I put it away, and didn't look back.
What's stranger? I preached this sermon exactly 7 years ago today.
Let me tell you: re-reading it was so good for me, especially in light of how my time in Atlanta came to an end. Seven years can do a lot to a man, but it can't do much to truth preached from God's Word.
I can't tell you how many times in that transition I was crying with my whole heart, "Save me, O God, by your name" - the opening line of the Psalm text for this sermon. If only I had read this while I was packing my apartment, while I was crying on the floor of my bedroom, my kitchen, my friend's house... when the whole world seemed exhausting, and every day was a new breath of failure and darkness. It wouldn't have made anything better, but I know it would have spoken to me in pretty powerful ways.
Give it a read: pass it to a friend if you like.
Sola Deo Gratia - to God alone be the Glory.
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