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Sunday, September 20, 2009

If I had gone off on a rabbit trail that long...

...I would have forgotten where I was going to begin with; I would have gotten lost between the --'s. R. C. Sproul. I love how sharp this sweet man's mind is and his gift for pointing his audience to the truths of God. I have been watching a series of lectures he did on the subject of the awful, terrible, amazing, unfathomable holiness of God and our (rightly) fearful response to Him.

One thing I enjoy about Dr. Sproul is that, often, I can't anticipate where he is going. When he took off on this rabbit trail, every sentence was a unexpected. I wasn't thinking that he was wrong or off base, I just wasn't sure where he was headed. I was astounded and pleased when he veered back onto his original path and tied it all together.


Here is an excerpt from the first lecture:

"See, this is the point that Freud didn't consider, that even though we may be afraid of hurricanes and floods and fires and other natural disasters, there is something that is even more frightening to us than the wind or the sea: the presence of God. You see, when the disciples saw Jesus tame the storm and the sea by the mere force of His commands, they stood back in horror and they asked the question, 'What kind of man is Jesus? What kind of person is...' --now think about that, you meet new people all the time. You walk down the street, you see strangers coming and you know there are people walking around out there who are strange to you, you don't know them and you also know that among those people that you encounter every day are killers, rapists, murderers - people who are hostile towards other people, who could represent a clear and present danger to your life, but they don't wear signs on them, you know: they walk down the street saying, I am a murderer, watch out! I am a rapist, look out! No. So that, when you're walking down the street, you're gazing in front of you and you give a quick once-over with your eyes towards every person that is approaching you and you may not even be conscience of this. You're going through a sorting process; you're making an assessment about that stranger that's approaching you on the sidewalk: What is his gate like? Is he smiling? Is he frowning? Does he look friendly? And all the while you're doing that, you're determining in your mind what kind of person it is. Because you want to know, is that person safe or is that person a threat? -- ...and what happened to the disciples on the Sea of Galilee was they started through that sorting process and it wouldn't compute because they didn't have a category that would describe somebody who had the power to stop a storm just by speaking to it - or yelling at it. 'What manner of man is this, that even the winds and sea obey Him?'"

R. C. Sproul
What Manner of Man is This?

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