Sermon presented at First Congregational Church of West Boyleston, MA; November 20, 2011…
Readings:
Ezekiel 34:11-16, 20-24
Ephesians 1:15-23
Matthew 25:31-46
I’ve found that the best place to work on my Christian witness is while I’m driving in my car, alone. Like, when someone cuts me off, I’ll spontaneously give them the fist of fellowship; and I’ve been known to utter a few very warm and heartfelt words when someone steals my parking spot. I also find that when I drive during rush hour, or when going to the mall during the Christmas season, that I pray every chance I get.
It’s so easy to let go, just a little bit, when we are wrapped in a steel and glass cocoon, when no one sees what we’re doing, or saying. We are safe from interference, from having to judge whether the inconsiderate actions of others are due to their merely having a bad day, or if their IQ really is less than the speed they’re driving. Since we’re invisible to those around us, why not let fly with a little emotion? Why not blow off a bit of steam?
The Here and the Hereafter 