Sermon Tone Analysis

Introduction:

Fear, trust, and obedience go hand in hand.

This is something that can be illustrated by many different avenues.

But it primarily reminds me of when I taught one of my sons to swim.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

At first, teaching him to swim started out by letting him splash around in one of those little round pools that are only a foot deep.

Then it was time to graduate to a bigger pool.

That meant playing on the step of a big pool, and every now and then sitting on the edge dipping his feet into the water.

Eventually, I was able to convince him to walk around the shallow end with me to show him he could touch the bottom.

After his confidence was built up I was able to convince him to go out into the deep end with me, but not until I proved to him that I could swim, and he had to have his little “swimmies” on - at least that’s what he called them; those were the little yellow blow up floating devices that went around your arms.

After that, the fun began.

We were off to the deep ends of the world, with a death grip around my neck, of course.

After we mastered that it was time to fulfill my God-given duty as a dad and teach him to be a man and look at fear in the face and laugh at it.

It was time for the big show—jumping into the pool.

So, I lifted him out of the pool, stood him on the side, and said: “Come on buddy, jump!”

Fear, trust, and obedience go hand in hand.

This is something that can be illustrated by many different avenues.

But it primarily reminds me of when I taught one of my sons to swim.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

At first, teaching him to swim started out by letting him splash around in one of those little round pools that are only a foot deep.

Then it was time to graduate to a bigger pool.

That meant playing on the step of a big pool, and every now and then sitting on the edge dipping his feet into the water.

Eventually, I was able to convince him to walk around the shallow end with me to show him he could touch the bottom.

After his confidence was built up I was able to convince him to go out into the deep end with me, but not until I proved to him that I could swim, and he had to have his little “swimmies” on - at least that’s what he called them; those were the little yellow blow up floating devices that went around your arms.

After that, the fun began.

We were off to the deep ends of the world, with a death grip around my neck, of course.

After we mastered that it was time to fulfill my God-given duty as a dad and teach him to be a man and look at fear in the face and laugh at it.

It was time for the big show—jumping into the pool.

So, I lifted him out of the pool, stood him on the side, and said: “Come on buddy, jump!”

Fear, trust and obedience go hand in hand.

This is something that can be illustrated by many different avenues.

But it primarily reminds me of when I taught one of my sons to swim.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

At first teaching him to swim started out by letting him splash around in one of those little round pools that are only a foot deep.

Then it was time to graduate to a bigger pool.

That meant playing on the step of a big pool, and every now and then sitting on the edge dipping his feet into the water.

Eventually, I was able to convince him to walk around the sallow end with me to show him he could touch the bottom.

After his confidence was built up I was able to convince him to go out into the deep end with me, but not until I proved to him that I could swim, and he had to have his little “swimmies” on - at least that’s what he called them; those were the little yellow blow up floating devises that went around your arms.

After that the fun began.

We were off to the deep ends of the world, with a death grip around my neck, of course.

After we mastered that it was time to fulfill my God-given duty as a dad and teach him to be a man and look at fear in the face and laugh at it.

It was time for the big show—jumping into the pool.

So, I lifted him out of the pool, stood him on the side, and said “Come on buddy, jump!”

Fear, trust, and obedience go hand in hand.

This is something that can be illustrated by many different avenues.

But it primarily reminds me of when I taught one of my sons to swim.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

At first, teaching him to swim started out by letting him splash around in one of those little round pools that are only a foot deep.

Then it was time to graduate to a bigger pool.

That meant playing on the step of a big pool, and every now and then sitting on the edge dipping his feet into the water.

Eventually, I was able to convince him to walk around the shallow end with me to show him he could touch the bottom.

After his confidence was built up I was able to convince him to go out into the deep end with me, but not until I proved to him that I could swim, and he had to have his little “swimmies” on - at least that’s what he called them; those were the little yellow blow up floating devices that went around your arms.

After that, the fun began.

We were off to the deep ends of the world, with a death grip around my neck, of course.

After we mastered that it was time to fulfill my God-given duty as a dad and teach him to be a man and look at fear in the face and laugh at it.

It was time for the big show—jumping into the pool.

So, I lifted him out of the pool, stood him on the side, and said: “Come on buddy, jump!”

Fear, trust, and obedience go hand in hand.

This is something that can be illustrated by many different avenues.

But it primarily reminds me of when I taught one of my sons to swim.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

At first, teaching him to swim started out by letting him splash around in one of those little round pools that are only a foot deep.

Then it was time to graduate to a bigger pool.

That meant playing on the step of a big pool, and every now and then sitting on the edge dipping his feet into the water.

Eventually, I was able to convince him to walk around the shallow end with me to show him he could touch the bottom.

After his confidence was built up I was able to convince him to go out into the deep end with me, but not until I proved to him that I could swim, and he had to have his little “swimmies” on - at least that’s what he called them; those were the little yellow blow up floating devices that went around your arms.

After that, the fun began.

We were off to the deep ends of the world, with a death grip around my neck, of course.

After we mastered that it was time to fulfill my God-given duty as a dad and teach him to be a man and look at fear in the face and laugh at it.

It was time for the big show—jumping into the pool.

So, I lifted him out of the pool, stood him on the side, and said: “Come on buddy, jump!”

Fear, trust, and obedience go hand in hand.

This is something that can be illustrated by many different avenues.

But it primarily reminds me of when I taught one of my sons to swim.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

At first, teaching him to swim started out by letting him splash around in one of those little round pools that are only a foot deep.

Then it was time to graduate to a bigger pool.

That meant playing on the step of a big pool, and every now and then sitting on the edge dipping his feet into the water.

Eventually, I was able to convince him to walk around the shallow end with me to show him he could touch the bottom.

After his confidence was built up I was able to convince him to go out into the deep end with me, but not until I proved to him that I could swim, and he had to have his little “swimmies” on - at least that’s what he called them; those were the little yellow blow up floating devices that went around your arms.

After that, the fun began.

We were off to the deep ends of the world, with a death grip around my neck, of course.

After we mastered that it was time to fulfill my God-given duty as a dad and teach him to be a man and look at fear in the face and laugh at it.

It was time for the big show—jumping into the pool.

So, I lifted him out of the pool, stood him on the side, and said: “Come on buddy, jump!”

I think, at that second, my son seen his father as the craziest dumbest white man in the world.

The look on his face went from joy to confusion, to outright disobedience.

He frowned and said no way and went running off.

So, again I had to fulfill my fatherly duty and chase him down eventually convince him to come back to the pool and trust his father even though he was afraid.

I think, at that very second, my son saw his father as the craziest, dumbest white man in the world.

The look on his face went from joy to confusion, to outright disobedience.

He frowned and said no way and went running off.

So, again I had to fulfill my fatherly duty and chase him down eventually convince him to come back to the pool and trust his father even though he was afraid.

Fear, trust and obedience go hand in hand.

Sometimes you could go as far as saying “if you loved me, you would trust me causing you to be obedient to me for fear that you would be separated from me

I think, at that very second, my son saw his father as the craziest, dumbest white man in the world.

The look on his face went from joy to confusion, to outright disobedience.

He frowned and said no way and went running off.

So, again I had to fulfill my fatherly duty and chase him down eventually convince him to come back to the pool and trust his father even though he was afraid.

I think, at that very second, my son seen his father as the craziest, dumbest white man in the world.