THE SERMONS WE SEE ~ Jack Suttles
I’d rather see a sermon than hear one any day
I’d rather one should walk with me than merely tell the way
The eye is a better pupil and more willing than the ear
Fine counsel is confusing but examples are always clear
And the best of all the preachers are the men who live their creeds
For to see good deeds in action is what everybody needs
I soon can learn to do it, if you’ll show me how it’s done
I can watch yours hands in action but your tongue too fast may run
The lecture you deliver may be very wise and true
But I’d rather get my lessons by observing what you do
There’s no misunderstanding how you act and how you give
A good man teaches many – we believe what others live
Who stands with men of honor, holds his honor bold
One deed of kindness seen, is worth fifty that are told
Right living speaks a language which to everyone is clear
Who honors God and loves fellow man, never needs his conscience fear
Eloquent words may charm me, but still I have to say
I’d rather see a sermon, than to hear one any day
His name is Bill. He had wild hair, wore a T-shirt with holes in it, jeans, and no shoes. This was literally his wardrobe for his entire four years of college.
He was brilliant, quite profound and very, very bright. He became a Christian while attending college.
Across the street from the campus is a well-dressed, very conservative church. They want to develop a ministry to the students but are not sure how to go about it.
One day Bill decides to go there. He walks in with no shoes, jeans, his T-shirt, and wild hair. The service has already started and so Bill starts down the aisle looking for a seat. The church is completely packed and he can’t find a seat. By now people are really looking a bit uncomfortable, but no one says anything.
Bill gets closer and closer and closer to the pulpit, and when he realizes there are no seats, he just squats down right on the carpet. By now the people are really uptight, and the tension in the air is thick.
About this time, the minister realizes that from way at the back of the church, a Deacon is slowly making his way toward Bill.
Now the Deacon is in his eighties, silver-gray hair and a three-piece suit; a godly man, very elegant, very dignified, very courtly. He walks with a cane, and as he starts walking toward this boy, everyone is saying to themselves, you can’t blame him for what he’s going to do. How can you expect a man of his age and of his background to understand some college kid on the floor?
It takes a long time for the man to reach the boy. The church is utterly silent except for the clicking of the man’s cane. All eyes are focused on him. You can’t even hear anyone breathing. The minister can’t even preach the sermon until the deacon does what he has to do.
And now they see this elderly man drop his cane on the floor. With great difficulty, he lowers himself and sits down next to Bill and worships with him so he won’t be alone. Everyone chokes up with emotion.
When the minister gains control, he says, “What I’m about to preach, you will never remember. What you have just seen, you will never forget.”
“Be careful how you act. You may be the only Bible that many people will ever read!”
I asked the Lord to bless you as I prayed for you today,
To guide you and protect you as you go along your way.
His love is always with you, His promises are true,
And when we give Him all our cares, we know He’ll see us through.
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