The following was a sermon that was presented in response to a discussion over coffee. My favorite sermons are the ones that are born from a conversation between friends that takes a theological turn. This one, resulted from a moment with a parishioner, where she very candidly said; “The Trinity is a silly concept,…Drives me nuts to even be talking about it…”
Isaiah 6:1-8
6In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord sitting on a throne, high and lofty; and the hem of his robe filled the temple. 2Seraphs were in attendance above him; each had six wings: with two they covered their faces, and with two they covered their feet, and with two they flew. 3And one called to another and said: “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts; the whole earth is full of his glory.” 4The pivots on the thresholds shook at the voices of those who called, and the house filled with smoke.
5And I said: “Woe is me! I am lost, for I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips; yet my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts!” 6Then one of the seraphs flew to me, holding a live coal that had been taken from the altar with a pair of tongs.
7The seraph touched my mouth with it and said: “Now that this has touched your lips, your guilt has departed and your sin is blotted out.” 8Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?”
And I said, “Here am I; send me!”
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This past summer, there was a micro-burst that hit Cheshire County, and as such we were all witnesses to an incredible show of nature’s majesty.
Thunderstorms, lighting, rain, and hail ripped through Cheshire County, and travelled down the Route 9 corridor with a power and a rage that was almost incomprehensible.
I found myself driving home in that mess, and in the 14 years I have been making that daily trip between Hillsboro and Keene, I do not believe I have ever experienced a more heart stopping journey.
By the time I made it to Stoddard, the roads were almost washed out, and I had to drive through several inches of water at several points. Each time I did, I held that steering wheel and my breath tight. This was pre-Jeep, when I drove the Nissan Versa, and turning on the wipers caused by car to rock back and forth.
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