Jenny and I will have the opportunity to travel to Europe for the second time this summer. The first time we did was shortly after we met, and many know of our date with God’s destiny when we happened to sit next to each other on the plane for 9 hours and had our lives forever changed. This time with family, we’ll travel to Barcelona, and also to Italy, with a stop in France. Obviously, we’re excited.
After watching Ratatouille, I was convinced that the rumors are true, surely some of the best food in the world is found in France. That cartoon made me want to eat really good food, even though it was only merely caricatured before me in hues of red and blue. Seeing the “Little Chef” close his eyes and picture the taste sensations popping in his mouth via vibrant colors, you almost could sense them yourself. But it is not the same. I must fly over the sea, go to a restaurant, pay the money, and eat of the fine food myself. Only that is truly real, all else mere pretense and imagination.
It is my fear that the same occurs with the listening of many sermons, or the reading of many books. Praise God for the writing and preaching of His Word, absolutely essential for our growth in Him. However, in a western culture of consumerism, it is far too easy to collect and consume a multitude of sermons without ever having been transformed by the power of God. Much like I cannot truly eat the food of Paris by hearing someone talk about it, we can not merely dine off of the speaking alone.
In this way, sermons are meant to be like menus, offering insight into the track to renewal, to life, to salvation, to lasting satisfaction - even through suffering. It parades the joy that is set before us as believers, and calls us to endure what we must to drink the water that quenches (John 4) and eat the bread that sustains (John 6). And though this rich food is without cost (Isaiah 55), few actually eat what is offered. Why? Because our culture praises collection and form, rarely substance and reality.
I’m speaking to myself here, as I’ve collected sermons and books for years now. I’m not going to sulk in myself for my lack, though I have many sermons, nor delete them to make me feel better. Rather, I want to dedicate myself to hearing the Word, and with the faith there given (”Faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the Word of God.” Romans 10:17) go on my own treasure hunt for what has been proclaimed. And the Lord, who is the Spirit, will be my guide on the journey.
Eugene Peterson, in his excellent book “Eat this Book” gives a helpful illustration. Suppose there was a family living in an abandoned warehouse. The only windows were blackened and high up on the wall, and the door was chained shut. Building something high one day, the children manage to wipe off a dirty window and look outside. As they do, they see people walking along a path, and they point and stare. This continues for many days, and they continue to point and stare, not only at the people but at the bountiful sky and ongoing landscape - so different in comparison to the drab warehouse. Some of the children, so inspired by what they have seen, fix together some sharp materials and cut a whole in the side of the warehouse. As they come into the light of day, they experience all that they had previously only seen - the path, the sky, the grass, and the air. They call and call for the rest of their family to join, and some do, but others are cautious - preferring to simply stare at them from the window, too comfortable in what they are used to in the warehouse to come out.
Come out, come out oh soul of mine! Come out, come out oh church of God! Experience the reason for the Word of God - not merely to inform, but to form the life of God in us and around us. Let us do what it takes, what sacrifices we must make, to stop pointing at things exposited, and experience the substance therein!


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