I preached at an Anglican, barely protestant, church this Sunday slightly against my will. Anyways, there was the standing up and the sitting down, the dull dull faces amidst the congregation, the stoic attitude, the repetition, and all the rules just baring down on my soul. So, I preached on rebellion. Those poor people.
They are trapped as Jess said, "In the worst of both worlds." They miss out on the pleasure of a sinful lifestyle and the freedom we are meant to have in Christ. Frankly, that just sucks. My faith without freedom and release is basically worthless. I would give up without a doubt.
I talked about Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego and the fiery furnace as we have so named the story from the 3rd chapter of Daniel. The best part is when they are brought before the king when they refused to bow to his statue idol because they don't just refuse; they keep talking. They tell the king that they serve a God that is able to save them, and that their God will deliver them somehow from him (death or miracle). They claimed God is able not that He would, but they continue to say that actually even if God does not save them that they still would not bow down to the ridiculous idols of the world. Amen. Neither should we just because the idols look different.
The king said bow down.
And they said no, burn us.
I can tell you that every single time I would also stand up for my God, for my faith, and for my principles but right now I am not staring down the aisle at a blazing furnace ready to devour my flesh. God is our strength; He is with us. I know, but it's good to think about.
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