Friday, November 20, 2015

“Never forget that there is only one philosophy to rule your life: the one of the cross, which starts with the fast and ends with the feast.” ― Fulton J. Sheen

One of my favorite sermons of all time, and one I have preached many times in churches and at religious retreats was originally written and preached by an African-American Baptist clergyman named Dr. S. M. Lockridge.  The sermon is titled, “That’s My King, I Wonder Do You Know Him?”  He preached it many times and each time, of course, he would change a word or a phrase or two, sometimes adding some, sometimes deleting some.  Others have preached it and called it their own, but this is something you can Google.  If I could, I would preach it to you right now, but I can only do the second best thing.  I can give you the text and embed a video below--take the time to listen--do that first.  Here is the text so you can print it--pay attention to the most important part which is the question, “Do you know Him?”
       My King was born King. The Bible says He’s a Seven Way King. He’s the King of the Jews—that’s an Ethnic King. He’s the King of Israel—that’s a National King. He’s the King of righteousness. He’s the King of the ages. He’s the King of Heaven. He’s the King of glory. He’s the King of kings and He is the Lord of lords. Now that’s my King.
Well, I wonder if you know Him.  Do you know Him?  Don’t try to mislead me.  Do you know my King?   David said the Heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament shows His handiwork. My King is the only one of whom there are no means of measure that can define His limitless love. No far seeing telescope can bring into visibility the coastline of the shore of His supplies. No barriers can hinder Him from pouring out His blessing.  He’s enduringly strong. He’s entirely sincere. He’s eternally steadfast. He’s immortally graceful. He’s imperially powerful. He’s impartially merciful. That’s my King. He’s God’s Son. He’s the sinner’s Saviour. He’s the centerpiece of civilization. He stands alone in Himself. He’s honest. He’s unique. He’s unparalleled. He’s unprecedented. He’s supreme. He’s pre-eminent. He’s the grandest idea in literature. He’s the highest personality in philosophy. He’s the supreme problem in higher criticism. He’s the fundamental doctrine of historic theology. He’s the carnal necessity of spiritual religion. That’s my King.  He’s the miracle of the age. He’s the superlative of everything good that you choose to call Him. He’s the only one able to supply all our needs simultaneously. He supplies strength for the weak. He’s available for the tempted and the tried. He sympathizes and He saves. He’s the Almighty God who guides and keeps all his people. He heals the sick. He cleanses the lepers. He forgives sinners. He discharged debtors. He delivers the captives. He defends the feeble. He blesses the young. He serves the unfortunate. He regards the aged. He rewards the diligent and He beautifies the meek. That’s my King.  Do you know Him?   Well, my King is a King of knowledge. He’s the wellspring of wisdom. He’s the doorway of deliverance. He’s the pathway of peace. He’s the roadway of righteousness. He’s the highway of holiness. He’s the gateway of glory. He’s the master of the mighty. He’s the King of kings and He’s the Lord of lords. That’s my King.  His office is manifold. His promise is sure. His light is matchless. His goodness is limitless. His mercy is everlasting. His love never changes. His Word is enough. His grace is sufficient. His reign is righteous. His yoke is easy and His burden is light. I wish I could describe Him to you . . .  but He’s indescribable. That’s my King. He’s incomprehensible, He’s invincible, and He is irresistible.  I’m coming to tell you this, that the heavens of heavens cannot contain Him, let alone some man explain Him. You can’t get Him out of your mind. You can’t get Him off of your hands. You can’t outlive Him and you can’t live without Him. The Pharisees couldn’t stand Him, but they found out they couldn’t stop Him. Pilate couldn’t find any fault in Him. The witnesses couldn’t agree about Him. Herod couldn’t kill Him.  Death couldn’t handle Him and the grave couldn’t hold Him. That’s my King.  Do you know Him?

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