Your Latte & Your Faith
Date: 3/2008.101
3 Mar 2008 DCFC English Mark 8:27-38 - No Fool Disciple
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There is a new phrase about current trends in Evangelical Christianity - that is to have your latte & your faith. It refers to new trends that churches allow people to sit around with their lattes, watching the worship going on in another building on the big screen. Now, I have nothing against drinking our lattes when we worship, but I hope we do not misunderstand the idea behind this trend. It is to lower the barriers so that unchurch people are willing to come. But there is a lot of work in small groups and discipleship that goes on to help the unchurched become believers and get plugged in. However, most of us do not see this part and we begin to copy the style without the substance, thinking it's a cool way of worshipping, or cool way of doing church. Maybe when we go off to college, we may attend a church like this, but the problem is, we just stop there! We do not get plugged in, do not get involved in the spiritual community. What happens as a result is we have this religious consumerism mentality - that we go to church to be entertained and there is no deeper step of commitment, no price to pay. But Brothers & sisters, Christianity without a cross becomes a mere religion without a crown. When we just go to church & be entertained, without commitment, without paying the price for our faith, it’s like drinking overnight coffee from Gilbert's office - have you tried that? Instead of strong aromatic coffee, you just go blah! So let's not cheapen our faith & settle for blah when we can have the real thing!
CHRIST, ONLY SAVIOR
A Great Man
Date: 5/2007.101
Feb 13 2011 DCFC English Worship – [The Master & The Disciple] Luke 4:1-13 The Credentials of the Master
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History records that he was great man. Yet he had humble beginnings. He grew up in a small village, an ordinary boy who did nothing to draw attention to himself.
Like most boys his age, he attended school. He also worked in the family business and did his best to grow up strong and healthy. Deep inside, however, he knew he had a special purpose, a destiny to fulfill.
As he grew older people began to notice that there was something special about this young man. He had talent and charisma. He was gifted like no other. It wasn’t long before he started attracting crowds. Thousands came to see and listen to him.
He chose a small band of loyal companions who traveled with him everywhere he went. Many of them had given up their jobs just to be with their idol and take care of his needs.
As his fame spread, some grew jealous of him. Others thought he was leading people astray, and they plotted against him. But his popularity only increased. He touched the lives of young and old alike and brought joy and laughter to the weak and downhearted. Many hailed him as king.
Toward the end of his short life, he suffered quite a bit. Some who had followed him fell away and turned to worshiping others.
He died alone. Those closest to him were left discouraged and confused. They never expected his life to end that way.
Soon after his death, there were rumors that he didn’t really die. His followers spread the news all around. He lives! They said. He is not dead! Some claimed they actually saw him. Even today, many believe he is still alive.
By now, you’ve probably figured out who this great man was.
His name was Elvis Presley.
Where to Take It from Here...
If you word things generally enough, you can find a lot of similarities between Jesus and Elvis. In fact, you can find a lot of similarities between Jesus and you. That’s because Jesus was a human being, just like you. He was fully God, but he was also fully human.
That’s where the similarities end, however. Elvis came to sing; Jesus came to save.
There is only one Jesus Christ, Son of God, who was born of a virgin, died on a cross for the sins of the world, rose again on the third day, and today sits at the right hand of the Father, making intercession for everyone who calls on his name.
While others have been hailed as king, there is only one King of King and Lord of Lords. His name is Jesus.
CHRIST, ONLY SAVIOR
The Art Auction
Date: 4/2007.101
Oct 2007 Germany Magdeburg- John 4:1-26 - The Samaritan Woman
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Years ago a wealthy man shared a passion for art collecting with his devoted young son. Together they traveled around the world, adding only the finest art treasures to their collection. Priceless works by the likes of Picasso, Van Gogh, and Monet adorned the walls of the family estate.
The widowed elder man looked on with satisfaction as Mark, his only child, became an experienced art collector. The son’s trained eye and sharp business mind caused his father to beam with pride as they dealt with art collectors around the world.
As winter approached, war engulfed their nation, and Mark left to serve his country. After only a few short weeks, his father received a telegram: his beloved son had died saving the life of a fellow soldier. Distraught and lonely, the old man faced the upcoming Christmas holidays with anguish and sadness. The joy of the season, a season that he and his son always looked forward to, would visit his house no longer.
On Christmas morning a knock on the door awakened the old man. As he walked to the door, the masterpieces of art on the walls only reminded him that his son was not coming home. At the door was a soldier with a large package.
I was a friend of Mark, the soldier said. I was the one he rescued. If I may I come in for a few moments, I have something to show you.
The two were soon deep in conversation. From the soldier the old man learned that Mark had rescued dozens of wounded soldiers before a bullet stilled his caring heart. The unfolding image of his son's gallantry awakened a fatherly pride that eased his grief. The soldier then recounted how often Mark had spoken of his father's love of fine art. Placing the package on the old man's lap, the soldier told him, I'm an artist. I want you to have this.
The old man unwrapped the package, pulling the paper away to reveal a portrait of his son. The canvas featured the young man’s face in striking detail, though the world would never consider the painting the work of a genius. Overcome with emotion, the man thanked the soldier.
Once the soldier had departed, the old man set about hanging the portrait above the fireplace, pushing aside paintings by masters that had cost thousands of dollars. Then seating himself in his chair, he spent Christmas gazing at the gift he had been given. In the weeks that followed, the man grew peaceful realizing that Mark lived on because of those he had touched. The soldier's gift soon became his most prized painting, it’s worth to him far eclipsing the value of the pieces in his collection for which museums around the world clamored. He told his neighbors it was the greatest gift he had ever received.
The following spring, the old man became ill and passed away. The art world stirred in anticipation of the public auction of the old man's estate. He had stipulated that his collection be sold on Christmas Day the day he had received his greatest gift. On the appointed day art collectors from around the world gathered to bid on the spectacular paintings. Many who coveted the reputation of owning the greatest art collection waited eagerly for the auctioneer to open the bidding.
The auction began with a painting not on any museum's must-have list the soldier's painting of the old man's son. May I have an opening bid, the auctioneer requested. The room was silent. Who will open the bidding with $100? he prompted. Minutes passed and still no one spoke.
Who cares about that painting? shouted a bidder from the back of the room.
It's just a picture of his son, commented another. More voices echoed agreement. Let's forget it and go on to the good stuff.
No, we have to sell this one first, replied the auctioneer. Now, who will take the son?
Finally, a friend of the old man spoke. I'd like to have the painting. I knew the boy. Will you take ten dollars for it? That's all I have.
I have ten dollars," called the auctioneer. Will anyone go higher? More silence. Going once. The auctioneer raised the gavel. "Going twice," he said looking around for any takers. Gone, he said at last, letting the gavel fall.
Cheers filled the room. Now we can get on with bidding on these treasures! remarked the man from the back of the room.
Over the microphone the auctioneer said. Thank you for coming. The auction is now over.
Stunned disbelief quieted the room.
What do you mean it's over? growled an irate bidder.
We didn't come here for a picture of some old guy's son! said another.
What about all of these other paintings? shouted the irate bidder coming to his feet. There are millions of dollars of art here! I demand that you explain what's going on!
It's very simple," replied the auctioneer. According to the will of the father, whoever takes the son...gets it all.
Where to Take It from Here...
And that is the will of the Father today. Whoever takes the Son...gets it all. When you take Christ as Savior, you will have the riches of life to its fullest. (John 10:10, Matthew 6:33) Jesus is God's greatest treasure, his pearl of great price (Matthew 13:45-46).
CHRIST, ONLY SAVIOR
The Face On The Puzzle
Date: 6/2006.101
More Hot Illustrations for Youth Talks P66
A father just settled into his recliner on Sunday afternoon, looking forward to wading through his six-inch thick newspaper, when his five-year old son Bobby came scampering into the room. "Daddy! Daddy!" said the boy, "Can you play with me?"
The father tried to be gentle in his response when he told his son, "Bobby, Daddy wants to read his paper for a little while. But if you come back in twenty minutes we can play together."
Though mildly annoyed at being put off, Bobby rumbled out of the room, leaving his father alone to read his paper.
But five-year olds have a poor sense of time, so it was only a few short minutes when Bobby was back. "Daddy, can we play now?"
"Not now, Bobby," said thee father. "Don't bother me until I'm finished with my paper."
Bobby stomped his way out of the room to wait, but before his father could even get to the sports pages, Bobby returned. He shoved his head up under the paper and said, "Please Daddy, can we play now?"
The father now convinced that he would never get a moment's peace without giving in, looked on the floor and noticed that there was a full page map of the world included in his newspaper. He reached for his wife's sewing scissors and proceeded to cut the map into about twenty pieces. Leading his son to the kitchen table, he told Bobby to put together this puzzle of the world as the first of their afternoon games. "When you finish the puzzle, then I'll play with you," the father promised. He knew it would give him plenty of time to read his paper.
Not five minutes had passed when Bobby burst back into the room. "Daddy, I'm through with the puzzle! What can we play next?"
"What? You finished already?" asked the father. He got up from his chair and went into the kitchen to look. Sure enough, the puzzle was complete, with every piece in its proper place. "Bobby... how did you ever do this so fast? Where did you learn how to do this?" asked the father in amazement.
"It was easy, Daddy." said Bobby. "You see, on the back of the map of the world was a picture of a person. I decided to put the person together first. When I did that, the whole world seemed to fit right into place."
Application:
We live in a broken world in desperate need of being put back together. But it can't be done with social programs, more laws, better schools, the right politicians, or systems of government. The only way to put a broken world together is by putting broken people back together. Changed lives will result in a changed world.
The best thing you can do is to impact your world is to lead someone to Jesus Christ. Jesus is the only one who can put broken people back together again. And when a person has been put back together, the whole world seems to fit right into place.
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