School Opening Service
God Knows the Plans
Text: Jeremiah 29:10-13
There are only a few left who would remember this. It was the Spring of 2008. Christ the King had been given a small grant to start up a preschool. The search was on to find a location. We had been renting out Wadsworth Elementary School for worship, but we had no place to start the preschool. At the time, there weren’t a lot of spaces available in Palm Coast.
One of the first sites we looked at was the empty space attached to the gas station way over I-95 on the corner of Palm Coast Parkway and Clubhouse Dr. A contract was being worked out, but the owners became afraid of insurance liability with a school and they backed out. We didn’t know it, but that was a very good thing. Then we looked at one of the retail spaces behind Goodwill. But that was way too small.
Then we looked at the strip mall on Palm Coast Parkway right next to Sears. Right now the spaces are occupied by Massey. They were two big open spaces—big enough to seat both our Sunday morning worship and to host our preschool. It was perfect! No more lugging things in and out of Wadsworth every Sunday, dripping sweat and wasting time. One ministry location for both the church and the school. And a decent price, too! It was perfect! Quickly we signed the contract.
I’ll never forget the excitement I had on that one Sunday as I pulled the keys out of my pocket and announced we soon would be moving to a new, permanent. Everyone (which was about 25 people back then) cheered. But that very next week the city of Palm Coast said they wouldn’t allow a playground area there and we had to cancel the contract.
Dejected, the search went on. The next location was the landscaping business in Bunnell next to the campground and the storage facilities, across from Church on the Rock. It was spacious and very affordable. A contractor made drawings for the renovations. A contract was drawn up. It looked promising—until the agent didn’t return my phone calls. Finally, two weeks later he got back to me to say that he sold it out from under us to someone else. Read the rest of this entry
1st Sunday after Christmas
The Time Was Right
Text: Galatians 4:4-7
Take a hat and put 10 coins in it. Mark one of the coins with a black “X.” Now put on a blindfold and try to pick out your marked coin. Your odds are simple. You have a one in ten chance of picking the right coin.
Next take silver dollars. Mark one with a black “X.” Now cover the entire state of Texas with silver dollars stacked two high. Put on a blindfold. Travel anywhere you want in the state and try to pick out your marked coin. Your odds are not so good. In fact, they are 1 in 1017, or 10 with 17 zeroes after it.
Scientists, mathematicians, and statisticians have done studies and calculations to figure out what the odds are that Jesus would fulfill eight prophecies. They were some of the basic prophecies, like Micah’s prophecy that the Savior would be born in Bethlehem, or David’s prophecy about Jesus being crucified. They odds were 1 in 1017!
But there’s a problem with that calculation. Jesus fulfilled more than eight prophecies. The scholars than calculated the odds of Jesus fulfilling 48 Old Testament prophecies. They found the odds to be 10157, or 10 with 157 zeroes after it. To illustrate that, you could think of the tiniest electrons that are a part of atoms. If you counted 250 electrons every minute of every day for 19 million years straight, you would have 10157 and one inch of electrons. Now put on a blindfold and try and pick one marked electron out of that bunch. That’s 1 in 10157!
But there’s a problem with that calculation. Jesus fulfilled more than 48 prophecies. In fact, Jesus fulfilled more than 300 prophecies! Scientists say that once you get over 1050 that the odds are more or less impossible. So 48 prophecies were 10157, and thus more than 300 prophecies fulfilled are odds so small that impossible isn’t even in the ballpark of the right word. Read the rest of this entry
Funeral Sermon for the Funeral of Michael Saunders
Text: Luke 2:6-7, 19
A mother holds her dear son in her arms. He is more precious than anything to her. What can compare to a precious little baby in a mother’s arms? Gazing into his sparkling eyes, the mother hardly knows what’s in store for her son.
Over the years the child grows and matures and becomes his own man. The older he gets, the more he does that his mother can’t comprehend. He begins to make choices that his mother isn’t entirely sure about. He even does things that might be considered dangerous. Finally, at an age far too young by human standards, everything ends tragically. The son gives up his life of his own will and on his own timing.
Thinking back to that sweet little boy she held in her arms, the mother can hardly believe it came to this. But now her son has indeed died. Read the rest of this entry