My friend Scot McKnight at Jesus Creed posted this unbelievable sermon on his website. I know I just could have placed the link, but I enjoyed it so much, that I just had to re-post the entire sermon. When you look at his post you will see some comments just to indicate that there may be a question here and there, but I just enjoyed the way God’s love came through on this one.
By Jason Micheli:
It was my fault. I knew I should’ve carried on something by John Grisham or David Baldacci or maybe, like everyone else on the plane, The Kite Runner. Instead I’d fallen asleep with the evidence right there on my lap: a theology book, thick and unambiguous, with an unexciting orange cover that plainly, if obscurely, said Church Dogmatics II.1 by Karl Barth.
I’d just woken up after almost an hour not sure if we’d landed already or if we’d not yet taken off. I was out of sorts, my clothes were disheveled and drool was running in a thin, clear line from the corner of my mouth. The motionless plane was as hot and still as a subway car and damp from the rain that was still pelting down on the wings and the runway outside. I was hot and thirsty and stressed, knowing that I would now definitely be late, and, on top of all that, there was this question: ‘So, are you a priest…or a professor?’
It was my fault. I’d initiated conversation. I was the one who made first contact. ‘When she comes by again can you ask her for some water?’ I’d said. And the man in aisle seat said‘Sure’ and then pointed with his eyes at the boring-looking book that had slid off my lap into the buffer seat between us and with a raised brow he asked: ‘So, are you a priest…?’ Lees voort “Going to Hell on an Airplane with Sam Harris: Revelation 22.14-20”
14 Die Here is my krag en my beskerming. Dit is Hy wat my gered het!
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