Some people love drugs. Others allow alcohol to replace the blood in their veins. Sex is surely toward the top of the list of things that people will do almost anything to engage in. People can become addicted to just about anything and, like most addicts, I wasn’t aware I had become one until I was desperately and carelessly chasing my high. I had become addicted, not to chemicals or lust-filled activities, but to being interesting. Having people, family members or strangers, love me was my cocaine on the counter, my Vodka hidden in the freezer. And I would do just about anything that would make me stand out, appear unique, so the faceless crowds would clap for me and I could get drunk on their adoration.
Sermons are often animated expressions that offer power, strength, and inspiration. Yesterday, however, I heard a remarkable sermon that didn’t offer power, it took it away. The sermon was fantastic because of how and what it took power from. The preacher walked onto the platform and said,
“Let me tell you why I hate New Year’s resolutions.” He continued, “I hate what people give power to.”