God’s Promises are Yes, Yes
1. You Know Me
ΕΛΑΦΡΟΣ́, ά, όν, (ἐ-λαφ-ρός = Lat. lev-is) light in weight, Il., Hdt., Att.:—Adv. lightly, buoyantly, Od.
2. light to bear, not burdensome, easy, Il.; ἐλαφρόν [ἐστι] ‘tis light, easy, Aesch., etc.; ἐνἐλαφρῷ ποιεῖσθαί τι to make light of a thing, Hdt.
II. light in moving, nimble, Lat. agilis, Hom., Aesch.; ἐλαφρὰ ἡλικία the age of active youth, Xen.; οἱ ἐλαφροί light troops, Lat. levis armatura, Id.
III. lightminded, thoughtless, Eur. Hence ἐλαφρύνω
2. You Know the Gospel We Preach
A. The Gospel is not Wishy Washy
B. The Gospel Ties Us Together
A Fellowship of Beggars
The year 1983 marked the five-hundredth anniversary of the great reformer, Martin Luther, whose stature increases with time. Found by his deathbed, scrawled in German and Latin, was this declaration: “We are beggars: That is true.”
This statement may have inspired D. T. Niles to say, “Evangelism is one beggar telling another beggar where he can find a piece of bread.” Not a sweet roll and a cup of coffee, but a bite of the staff of life—bread!
The church is a fellowship of beggars, receiving and offering love, support, and hope. Committed Christians acknowledge their dependence upon God and their interdependence on one another. They are always in the bread line, if not receiving, then giving.
I Know Where He Is Going
2 Thessalonians 1:3
Preaching Themes: Church: Fellowship and Unity, Creation: Renewal, Heaven,
I met, the other day, with a pretty story concerning Philip Henry, the father of Matthew Henry, the commentator. He wanted to marry the daughter of a gentleman who was one of his hearers. The father of the young lady said to her, “I have no personal objection to Mr. Henry; he is a good man, a Christian gentleman, but I do not know where he came from, so I cannot consent to your marriage with him.” “Well, father,” said the young lady, “though we don’t know where he came from, we do know where he is going, and I would like to go there with him.”
When I meet a genuine Christian, I may not know where he came from. He may have sprung, as men say, from the dunghill, his parents may have been the poorest of the poor, but what does that matter? I know where he is going, and that is a much more important consideration; he is going to the upper house where there are many mansions; he is going to the palace of the great King eternal, immortal, invisible, where the princes of royal blood are forever to bask in the sunshine of the presence of the King of kings and Lord of lords, and I would like to go with him that I may form one of that blessed company.42