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SENT AHEAD
My pastor, Grover Pinson at Windsor Park Baptist Church in Corpus Christi, came out with a really good thougth last Sunday. Preaching from Revelation 21, he referred to the “New Jerusalem smell” of our ultimate home, like the “new car smell.” The latter, by the way, turns out to be a Chernobyl mushroom cloud of toxic gasses (http://www.usatoday.com/money/autos/2005-09-26-new-car-smell_x.htm), but the aroma of the New Jerusalem will waft peace and spiritual health to the redeemed for all eternity. What I liked about Grover’s concept was that the “New Jerusalem smell” never fades. I’ve owned one off-the-lot new car in my life, and the aroma quickly gives way to the everyday mustard gas of sweat, vintage sack lunches, aftershave and exhaust. My last two churches constructed new buildings during my tenure, and I know the “new building” smell; it has a shelf life of about two months. But Heaven? Well, when we’ve been there ten thousand years, bright shining as the sun, we’ve no less days to sniff God’s grace than when we first begun.
The sermon made me think of Robert Frost’s poignant lament that, “Nothing Gold Can Stay”:
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
When Lancelot first rides toward Camelot in the new rays of an early dawn, he has a condom stashed in the hip pocket of his plate armor. Though Frodo has destroyed the one ring, Aragorn already knows his line will eventually fade. But the streets of gold will stay, and the New Jerusalem smell will never diminish. Which brings up another idea. During the evening service, my pastor, with a courage which far exceeds anything I ever approached in my quarter-century of pastoral ministry, invites the audiience to do a cook-down on the morning’s message. I mentioned how taken I was with Grover’s emphasis on the new world which is coming, and lamented that the fascination of most Evangelicals seems to be with what happens to the old world as it is going, as witnessed by the popularity of the “Left Behind Series.” “Yeah,” interjected a college student sitting behind me. “We should have a ‘Sent Ahead’ series.”
Nah. I don’t think it would sell.
August 29, 2006 at 10:31 am
Doug,
Thank you for not including your comments under the previous blog, “What I hated about Sunday’s sermon”!
Grover
August 30, 2006 at 5:31 pm
I heard a pastor say a few years back that sermons are not copyright so they don’t need to be cite. So, I’m aware of the lenient citation habits among pastors, but that “college” student’s comment sounded profound enough to warrant a more accurate reference. For future reference, I suggest any of the following references as a sufficient citation for such ingenuity: Graduate Student, Seminary Student, Deeply Intuitive Student, Sharp Witted Student, Boy Wonder, Wise Young Man, Future Mensa Member, and lastly, King Solomon’s Little Brother.
Thanks for blog Doug, I enjoy the humor and it sentiment. I only hope I won’t be sniffing the hallways of my office hoping to get a whiff of the New Jerusalem scent.
August 31, 2006 at 12:40 pm
But Ryan, where does the madness end? The first preacher say, “a college student” incorrectly and the next preacher tells the story and its some prepuberty 11 year old girl, named Rianne, who makes the remarkable comment. The next use of the illustration is some tattooed up guy in Huntsville named “Big Ryan”. Thank you for standing up and saying this must stop!
Grover
August 31, 2006 at 4:59 pm
“Never let the truth get in the way of a good story.” - Carroll Jackson. Grover, you are right. This story has infinite room for improvement. Taking the above-quoted wisdom from my preacher grandfather, the next time I retail this story, I’ll have the line come from the mouth of a tatooed prepubescent named Rianne who is on death row at Huntsville for burning Robert Schuler to death on a pyre of his own books. The “Sent Ahead” series will be her last words before she rides the needle into glory. Shoot, I may even have her wrestling her fingers free of the leather restraints on the gurney to clutch my hand in her final moments. Never mind that they don’t let witnesses into the death chamber. I’m sure I can sell it.