Summary: Sacrificing our seconds within this world we await the eternal hour of paradise.
Sermon: "LIVING FOR ETERNITY" D. Anderson
Is. 26:1ff; Rev. 21:9-11,22-27; Mat. 5:1-12
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Here again these breath-giving Words
proclaimed by the prophet Isaiah:
But your dead will live; their bodies will
rise. You who dwell in the dust, wake up and
shout for joy. Your dew is like the dew of
the morning; the earth will give birth to her
dead. (Isaiah 26:19 NIV)
These are Your Words, Heavenly Father,
sanctify us in Your Truth, Your Word is
everlasting Truth. Amen.
November has come and with it the first
tattle-tale signs that winder stands at a
distance, but its frigid breath is even now
blowing across our lands and neighborhoods.
November gives us reason to dream again of
the summer mornings which came with a bright
sun, a warm breathless sky, and the light-
cover of dew sprinkled over the grass with
gossamer fairy napkins dropped here and there
along the way.
I have always been fascinated by the dew of
early morning. The invisible moisture of a
rich Minnesota atmosphere condensed against
blades of green grass as the evening
temperature had cooled with the setting sun.
Dew-swept grass looks brand new... like no
human foot has ever walked its way.
Last summer was a bit dry, and the dew seemed
lighter than usual in the early morning. In
all the changing weather patterns of
Minnesota, we are taught many lessons about
faith and life. Do you remember how dry it
was back in the late 80’s? Well--imagine
with me a desert area much dryer than
anything that we have ever experienced in
Imagine with me a man lost in a cruel, hot
and barren desert. For days he has gone
without water-- his body scorched by day
under a relentless sun, and chilled at night
He is parched to the bone-- dehydrated and
about to die of thirst. He finally falls
face first into the sand with little energy
left. He looks up, and within twenty feet,
under the shade of a large cliff, he sees a
water pump, a small jar of water and a
tattered piece of leather.
You can imagine his joy as he runs to the
cliff and begins to down the jar of water!
But before he was halfway done with the jar,
he sees some words scribbled on the piece of
leather. The message says: "Do not drink
the jar of water. You must use it to prime
the pump. Pour it down the top opening and
it will wet the washer and allow you to draw
water. Then drink as much as you desire, and
fill the jar for the next traveler."
The man now is in a terrible predicament.
What if the pump doesn’t work... or the well
is dry? Should he risk the precious little
water that he has? Should he trust that
there is water beyond his sight? Or should
he drink what he has, hope for the best, and
let the next traveler fend for himself? What
would you do?
The man in the desert is a parable about life
and faith? It describes each one of us, but
not the outcome--the outcome for each one of
us will be tailored by our justified...
The man lost in the desert is you, or me, or
any other child of Adam and Eve. Each of us
sense that we live in a world that is
dangerous and we are far more frail for life
than we would like.
-->We fear a deadly disease suddenly
diagnosed within our flesh...
-->We are concerned about the midnight
intruder breaking into our homes...
-->We think about tornadoes and lightning in
the summer, and devastating, life-threatening
blizzards in the winter.
-->We jump like a leaf hit by a gust of wind
when in the room next door, where our child
is at play, we here a large thumb and a
sudden, chilling scream...
-->We try to push aside catastrophic fears
about the destruction of our planet...
Most of these fears have been with the human
family since the Fall. When Jesus spoke the
words of our Gospel text, He was speaking to
the heart of all our fears.
He spoke to people who were themselves broken
because they lived in a broken world. And
our Lord tells them, and us, that in all our
trials and conflict, we can experience
blessings in Him.
And yet, and we must be clear about this, the
blessings of Christ do not come by way of the
world... after all, the world is broken.
They do not come by the logic of the world
which says "eat, drink and be merry, for
tomorrow we may die!"
Each of us, according to the parable, has
been given a small amount of time, as the