We Baptists are a bit reserved about the summer solstice primarily because we are too spiritual to even mention such an event we see as pagan. I am happy to fill in the void by saying that the longest day of the year is a splendid event – the sun is shining, birds are singing, kids are playing (even a few of them are playing outside), and flowers are blooming. The Almighty Himself is responsible for the sun, moon, and stars and the length of a day. Sad, though, that the sun repents and starts a slow march backwards and we know that come October, November, and December we will have a SAD time of it. Nonetheless, here are a few items for the solstice:
You missed it at #SBC18 but receipts for the Lottie Moon offering are running over $5 million ahead of last year. And not so incidentally, IMB commissioned 79 people there. That’s about 2% of our whole overseas force.
Proof the world is ending: 1. Woman swallowed by snake in Indonesia. 2. Grandmother in GA kills bobcat with her bare hands. 3. Man killed by his mother’s casket. 4. Baptists belly up to buffet in Dallas that has no fried chicken nor any fried item.
The lowly Atlanta Braves are in first place…in late June no less. Who would have thunk that?
The Copa Mundial is under way in Russia. The US of course did not qualify so many Americans, at there are at least half-dozen American soccer fans, are using DNA to determine which team to support. My DNA, northern European with a little Neanderthal, leaves me unenthused about a team so I’ve adopted Brazil. After all, I bought an authentic Pele jersey from a guy on Copacabana Beach years ago. Besides, I like the idea of single names: Neymar, Marcello, Willian, et al.
SBC leaders have been discovered to have a sense of humor. Go with the Fake JD twitter for the maximum.
Militant SBC Calvinists are yet humor challenged. Too much reading of the dour Puritans, brethren, is unhealthy.
Militant SBC Trads find little to laugh at these days. Take heart brethren and sistren, we need a robust SBC theological sub-group in your area for balance. Regroup and rebrand.
I’ll take this day to make a few Plodder Pronuncimientos: Henceforth, there shall be no iced coffee. Green tea is sufficient cause for excommunication. “Gospel” shall not be used as an adjective. Anyone who asks, “Are you trackin’ wid me” shall be put in stocks in the SBC plaza in Nashville.
Have a nice solstice, brethren and sistren, but don’t go out and work on your tan. I’ve already had three skin cancers.
By the way, alliteration is OK for blog article titles. Best left out of sermons, though.