You Are My King
For him to be King means giving up every area of life to his control. In all I do is it true do I really honor him or do I only pretend to honor him.
To Die For Me
King Louis XIV of France, who preferred to be called “Louis the Great” and had declared, “I am the State!” died in 1717. His court was the most magnificent in Europe, and his funeral was the most spectacular.
In the church where the ceremony was performed, his body lay in a golden coffin. To dramatize his greatness, orders had been given that the cathedral would be very dimly lit with only one special candle that was to be set above the coffin.
The thousands of people in attendance waited in silence. Then Bishop Massillon began to speak. Slowly reaching down, he snuffed out the candle and said, “Only God is great.”
—Jeff Arthurs, “Laying the Foundation for Peace,” PreachingToday.com
A Casual Level
A Curious level
A Curious Level
A man once appeared at my office door asking for some quick points on Christianity to help make sense of the dinner conversations he was having with his wife, a recent convert. He made it clear that he was very busy and very successful and didn’t really have time to study her beliefs—just bullet points, if you please.
It would have been easy to hand him a book or pamphlet. But instead, I said, “I can see you are a very busy and very successful person, so I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Why?” he asked, frustrated.
“Because if I were to give you the bullet points and you were to really understand them, they might work in you so significantly that your life could really get messed-up. You would have to rethink the meaning of success, of time, of family—of everything, really. I don’t think you really want to do that, do you?”
It was an effort to raise his thirst, not to give him answers. In his case, it worked.
—Mark Labberton, “Pastor of Desperation,” Leadership (Winter 2006)