No, you have not been in a time warp.
No, your clock and calendar didn’t get messed up while you slept, ate, played, or whatever.
I will be out of town on Friday having lunch with my old college friend (eating pizza and sometimes laughing so hard it hurts); then my grandson and both daughters will be coming in for the weekend (I’m sorry they take precedence over my blog and any commenting I might do. I know you are crying right now, but deal with it). So I thought I would jump the gun a little and post my normal Friday sermon post on Thursday. You watch. I’ll be the one who gets messed up.
We talk a lot about pride. Here. There. Everywhere. We talk about pride’s deception. We talk about pride’s destruction. Pride can be upon us and take its toll before we even realize it. Pride has a destructive tendency that rears its ugly head far more than I like to admit. Not that I am proud or have problems with pride. I have seen it in others.
Seems strange after all David has been through that one of the last things he would deal with is his pride. If you look here you can read the story. Long story short? David’s pride got in the way and the resulting onslaught was devastating.
Three years of famine
Three months of running from his enemies.
Three days of pestilence.
Each had its downside. David chose the latter. God’s hand was swift and terrible, but equally swift was His mercy. And true to David’s heart, when he saw what was happening, he fell on his face before God in repentance and assumed all the blame. I have no answer to someone who may want to pick at God for His seeming uncaring attitude toward the people by punishing them because of David’s pride. Some say it was divine judgment for the people of Israel abandoning David and following rebels like Absalom. In the Chronicles passage (I Chron. 21) we are told it was Satan who instigated the whole thing.
My concern is the pride David exhibited. It was so bad that he brushed aside his highest ranking officer when advised against it. I have exhibited that same type of pride. “Hey Bill!” Brush. “Don’t you think?” Brush. “May I suggest?” Brush. “You idiot!” Brush. And I have felt the sting of pride’s poison. Straight to the heart.
I am willing to bet you have a time or two also. A word. An “air” about us. An attitude. An action. Been there? How did God bring you back to earth? I’d like to hear you story.
This is the last sermon in my David: Transformed by Passion series. It has been a first for me. It has also been refreshing. Thanks to all of you for your prayers.