Today, my mom and dad, Maxwell, and I went to a little church in the mountains of Pinetop, Arizona. And the guest preacher was an 18-year-old kid fresh in college.
And, boy howdy, was he a HOOT!
First of all…He was 18. It looked as if I could be his mother!
Second of all…he was so funny. But maybe not always on purpose 🙂
Lastly…although his sermon was as fresh as he himself was, it was awesome and from the heart.
I’d like to share a bit what I learned from this young chap today:
His sermon was on optimism and pessimism. And his reminder was that we may be the only Bible that some may ever read.
So he asked us, the congregation hanging on to every word from this adorable boy…
How do you react when in a situation that is unfair or unjust?
How do you react when you are mistreated or disrespected?
How do you react when things do not go your way?
How do you react when life serves you tragedy and not always triumph?
And it does give you a lot to think about. Truly.
How do I react to situations in my life that were not of my choosing or not in my control or not pleasing to me?
Because, after all, I may be the only Bible some will ever read.
The next thing he stated really painted a visual picture that shows unfathomable pain…
A friend of his was in a tragic plane accident that killed his father (his friend’s father). And his friend, himself, was burned over 40% of his body. He had to go through months of excruciating and painful healing and skin grafting.
And his friend shared this with him…
You have to remove the old skin in order to not receive infections and to heal. You also need this removal so that they can graft skin from other parts of your body to replace the old skin with new.
BUT…you have to use a hard wire brush and have the old skin scrubbed off of you. You have to be scrubbed. Raw. In order to have a chance to heal.
This made me think…it’s so true in life. Often, we have to be scrubbed raw to rid ourselves of what it is that is keeping us from being healthy. We have to be scrubbed raw, sometimes, in order to be brought to restoration and healing.
And it’s not pretty.
And it’s not pain free.
But it’s necessary.
And only when the dead and infectious skin is gone. Only then can we be given new skin. Only then can we begin to heal.
Perhaps this is why sometimes people don’t heal. Because it’s a wire brush. It’s a scrubbing. It bares their very soul raw. And it hurts.
Perhaps this is why many cover what is infectious with ways to mask their pain?
But, he went on to share, when his friend went through all of his unfathomable pain and re-grafting of skin…only then was his friend able to heal. And only then was his friend able to leave the hospital. And only then was his friend able to live, once again.
You know…Today’s message was brought about by a kid with dirt still behind his ears. But what he shared was from his heart—and it went straight into the hearts of all those of us listening.
I hope it resonates in yours, too.
Let me end with this…
As he was praying at the end, he said, “Dear Lord, Thank you for helping me not pass out today!”
And we, the audience, lost it! Good thing his sermon and church were over.
We were left with a lot to think about…and a good laugh to leave.
Friends, you’re never too young to let God use you in great ways.
And you’re never too DEAD to allow him to help you be scrubbed raw…and healed.
And don’t forget…You actually may be the only Bible some will ever read!