Here is what happens Sunday during a sermon on how fallen sinners can approach a Holy God:
I wonder if the stuff in the crock pot will be done when I got home.
I get a grip and concentrate on the sermon. Until my meandering brain wonders why X isn’t in church and maybe X doesn’t like our church anymore or maybe Y had said something to hurt X’s feelings or maybe Y hadn’t said anything to X at all and that was why X wasn’t there and then I turn my head a bit and there X and Y are both sitting.
Paying attention to the sermon.
Please join me over at Heart”wings” this morning to hear about the realization that hit me as my brain continued to leak in various directions.
One of these days I will get around to actually writing a post on my own blog. Till then I invite you to come visit me at Heart”wings.” I’m reflecting on one of the many reasons we don’t “sin so grace can abound.”
The reflection began about forty some years ago at a winter retreat with our church youth group. The leader handed around slips of paper. We were to write down sins that we recognized in ourselves, or burdens we were carrying that we had no right to bear. Then we had to tack them onto a wooden cross at the front of the room. It was to serve as a visual reminder that we are supposed to leave our burdens at the cross, not pick them up again.
Years later, at the memory of that event, my mind went down a different path. You can follow that path here: