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While preparing for this sermon I sent a question out to my facebook
friends list asking them to share a small gesture that meant a lot to them.
I will read a few of them, and will share the rest at the beginning of open
worship. We often underestimate our impact on other people, and forget
that small acts of recognition can have a much bigger impact than we
expect. In quantum physics and social science this is called the observer
effect and pretty simply put the mere act of observation impacts and
alters the state of what is observed. I will go further and say if
observation has an impact, recognition has an even deeper impact. So,
let us hear from my friends list a couple of small things with a big
hey…gestures of kindness just flow from my friend Carole
Spencer…It’s like she has a hidden reservoir of kindness…when she
was preparing to move to IN – days before she left she took out
time from her over packed schedule to have lunch with me…a nice
unrushed time together you would never have known what kind of
a time crunch she was under…that’s only one story…she continues,
through small gestures of love and caring to let me know that I am
special and loved…now I am choked up…God bless her
In reference to your small gesture. I was about 19 or 20. We were
not a huggy touchy feely kind of family. I was going through it and
Josh gave me a hug. It was a gesture of brotherly love one I have
not forgotten. Boys are always being told to toughen up. It’s a
shame. We are not allowed to feel the emotion of where we are at.
A friend here who has a small income brought me a candy bar on
my birthday. It made my day.
43 The next day Jesus decided to leave for Galilee. Finding Philip,
he said to him, “Follow me.” 44 Philip, like Andrew and Peter,
was from the town of Bethsaida. 45 Philip found Nathanael and
told him, “We have found the one Moses wrote about in the Law,
and about whom the prophets also wrote—Jesus of Nazareth, the
son of Joseph.” 46 “Nazareth! Can anything good come from
there?” Nathanael asked. “Come and see,” said Philip. 47 When
Jesus saw Nathanael approaching, he said of him, “Here truly is
an Israelite in whom there is no deceit.” 48 “How do you know
me?” Nathanael asked. Jesus answered, “I saw you while you
were still under the fig tree before Philip called you.” 49 Then
Nathanael declared, “Rabbi, you are the Son of God; you are the
king of Israel.” 50 Jesus said, “You believe because I told you I
saw you under the fig tree. You will see greater things than that.”
51 He then added, “Very truly I tell you,[i] you[j] will see ‘heaven
open, and the angels of God ascending and descending on’[k] the
Son of Man.” John 1:43-51
1) Finding Philip – what a huge story behind two words.
2) Like last week with Andrew, Philip’s priority was bringing those
he cared about into relationship with the Messiah.
3) Can anything good come from Nazareth? The reputation of the
“wrong side of the tracks.”
4) Where are our Nazareth’s? God intentionally chooses to work in
the places we think can’t possibly be places God could be at work.
5) The fix is: come and see. Not come and do or come and fix, but
come and witness the activity of God.
6) Recognition of what Jesus sees. The power of the words “I see
7) This small gesture of recognition was not miraculous to Jesus, but
if you are part of a marginalized people under oppressive rule,
maybe recognition feels more miraculous than we might think.
8) In our open worship I would like you to think on small gestures
from others that had a big impact on you and if you feel led, to
share them with us. I will begin by reading off what was shared
I’ve got a story about a military chaplain who offered me the use of his office – to study or nap – when I needed to get somewhere quiet. I’m trying to figure out how to tell the nutshell version. I’m sure you understand why that’s difficult for me.
I was at my daddy’s funeral, and a man about my age came up to me, cowboy hat in hand and asked me to forgive him for his bullying me in school. How much courage this man had. He knew that he might never see me again and because he had become a Christian, he wanted to make things right. What could I do but hug him? God’s grace is a wonderful thing. Many other people bullied me in school, he is the only one who asked forgiveness.
My husband died and I was walking my dog a couple of days later (more his dog). This guy came up to me who I never met and said that God wanted him to pray for me. He asked my name and told me he would be praying for me. He told me God loves you very much. I thought it was very strange but I needed it really bad!! I never saw him before or after in my neighborhood. Do you think he was an angel? I was very suicidal at the time.
Twelve people from my small group at church showed up at my dad’s home and worked for 2 1/2 hours in 88 degree plus temperatures to help with yard work and such. His neighbors and another really good friend of mine helped out as well. The yard had gotten to the point that was beyond anything I could do by myself. Everyone did it with joy, laughter, dedication and hard work. The result was amazing! They all did it just because – no ulterior motives- they just wanted to help out and do something nice
I was thinking (again) of a small gesture from a stranger that was incredibly meaningful to me. One morning I was taking the kids to school and the youngest was shrieking non-stop (be was on a medication that caused crazy behavioral side-effects). It was so bad that I pulled over and took him out of the car to try and help him calm down. A minute later (he was still screaming), the front door of the house we were parked next to opened, and a woman came out onto the porch and, with absolutely no judgement, asked: “is there anything I can do to help?” I thanked her, and told her no, he just needed some time to collect himself. She nodded, and said “I guess we all have days like that. If you think of anything, just come on up.” Her compassion and kindness for both my 3 year old and for me in that moment were an incredible gift, and helped me to help him. Such a small thing, only words…. Yet three years later I still remember her.
Amy blessed me with flowers before my flight back yo
When I moved to CA 2 good friends came to see me off at the airport which I didn’t expect, and it made it so much better. Made me feel like a real person
I planned a fishing trip a year ago knowing it would be before hay cutting time where I live We had a warmer than usual season and the hay will now be cut while I am gone. Two people volunteered to put the hay up in the barn for me while I am gone and manage the crew needed to do it. I am greatful.
I was sixteen and had reached my full height of five foot eight inches. However I only weighed about 105 pounds, was pale as only a white Oregonian can get and half awake. I was greasy that spring morning and chose to wear baggy army surplus pants with a black sweatshirt. At the time I was attending an alternate high school at the local community college which required a ride of the city bus. Now, before we begin, it needs to be said that I come from a loving, stable, middle class home. Food was in fact available and the whole family sat down every night for home cooked dinner. I just usually opted out of eating most if any of it. As a consequence I slept for 16 hours a day and didn’t get a lot of exercise. I was also into the whole “war orphan” look and carefully cultivated a sad and lost affect. That morning I was feeling very half dead and was curled up in a ball on the bus mostly asleep. A youngish man on the bus leaned over to me and asked hesitantly “Do you…need, um, breakfast?”. This man looked to my 16 year old eyes as “too old to be potential threat” (potential threats were kids my own age who may feel entitled to pester me) which probably meant he was 25-30. I, being half awake, looked up in confusion and said “No? Um, no thank you? What?” to which he looked abashed and said “oh.” The rest of the ride and day commenced without anything interesting happening. But thinking back, I realize what an amazing amount of bravery this took. This young man had to overcome many social barriers to offer me kindness. First he had to overcome the barrier of talking to an underage girl without being thought a predator, he had to talk to a stranger, which just isn’t done in Salem, Oregon, and then he had to talk to what I’m sure appeared to be a homeless teen. Homeless people in this town are regarded as crazy meth addicts who will murder you without the slightest provocation. I really wish I had had the presence of mind to thank him profusely and encourage his future offers of help. I actually did need breakfast that morning, I’m sure I hadn’t eaten a thing in the previous 20 hours, and emotionally was sorely in need of help. So, maybe with the help of the interwebs, I can communicate this message to him, and to others who hesitate about offering food to strange children. Hey guy on the bus, thanks.
I don’t know if I shared this one or not at CPFC, but an incident on a MAX train had a huge impact on me. There was a young homeless couple a couple seats ahead of where I was standing as we crossed the steel bridge into Portland. They were discussing where they would spend the night and where they might find something to eat. I was standing there trying to decide if I should pull some cash out of my wallet and give it to them when a young man, also homeless but a little better equipped, stepped up and acted. He put his duffel bag down on the floor and zipped it open to reveal a couple dozen cans and other packages of food. He said to them, “Here! Take what you need. It’s not mine. It belongs to Jesus.” He didn’t hesitate and wonder about the right thing to do. He just acted on what was in his heart. And what was obviously there was Jesus Christ’s admonition to love God and love your neighbor. I’ve since come to understand this lesson biblically. Jeremiah 31:31-34 has this to say: “31 “The days are coming,” declares the Lord, “when I will make a new covenant with the people of Israel and with the people of Judah. 32 It will not be like the covenant I made with their ancestors when I took them by the hand to lead them out of Egypt, because they broke my covenant, though I was a husband to[d] them,[e]” declares the Lord. 33 “This is the covenant I will make with the people of Israel after that time,” declares the Lord. “I will put my law in their minds and write it on their hearts. I will be their God, and they will be my people. 34 No longer will they teach their neighbor, or say to one another, ‘Know the Lord,’ because they will all know me, from the least of them to the greatest,” declares the Lord.” This says to me that after the coming of Christ and the establishment of the new covenant God has put His law on our hearts. He has informed our consciences as to what is right and what is not. Many people now use the letter of the Law to justify ignoring what their consciences tell them is right. They argue that the Holy Spirit cannot contradict the Law. What they are really trying to say is that they can ignore the Holy Spirit if it contradicts their comfortable, human interpretation of the law. In the incident above, I should have simply obeyed my conscience without thinking through all of the ramifications and possible requirements. When I hesitated, a homeless young man stepped up and taught me a lesson.