Holy Trinity Church, Huddersfield,
Sunday, 22 March 2015
Now what you are not getting here is a breakdown of Mike’s sermon. I don’t think of sermons as being lectures, things where notes are to be taken. I prefer to let God speak, and if I hear something that speaks to me I think about it and miss the next few minutes of what is being said.
So what did I think about while the sermon was going on?
The thing about getting a speck out of someone else’s eye when you have a great big log in your own. I remembered a different translation where it was beam rather than log. A log can be something small enough for the fire, but a beam…
…I looked up at the church ceiling, and saw the magnificent beams supporting the roof. Jesus, as a former carpenter, would have known what a beam was, something to support a roof or floor, something bigger than you are. He would also have experiences specks, those tiny bits of sawdust that get everywhere, even in your eyes, I don’t suppose goggle wearing whilst sawing was a practice very common in Jesus day.
By this time I was well away from what was being said. I came back to the sermon at the point where Mike said that we don’t tend to think of our sins as being as big as those of other people. My mind wandered off on another tangent…
There are words which show our prejudices for others. The use of the noun immigrant is illuminating, it goes something like this:
I am an ex-pat
You are an immigrant
They are migrants
The sermon went on with an illustration from a book which showed some really judgemental attitudes from a small group of Christians which were at odds with the command to love others. They were a small counter demonstration chanting ‘I hope you all get aids at a gay rights march. I recall something being said in the sermon that gossip is the worst kind of judging, but my mind was off flying elsewhere when that was said, so I don’t recall much about it.
I don’t know what this blog says about judging, it probably says more about my psychology and the way my mind wanders. It was after all an excercise in plotting my minds tangents than on the actual sermon.
As I said, I do not treat sermons as lectures. I do not find that sermons delivered as lectures, even if they are good lectures, are very good as sermons. (But that’s probably just me being judgemental.)