A Picture Of Salvation, Sermon Notes

Title: A Picture Of Salvation
Speaker: David Wilson 
Location: Lubbock, TX
Date: 8 November 2020
Verse: 2 Kings 5;1-16

I. A universal picture of sickness (1)
A. Regardless of position
B. Regardless of popularity
C. Regardless of possessions
D. Regardless of power

II. An unlikely and unidentified person who shares (2-3)
A. Because of concern for Naaman
B. Because of confidence in God

III. A useless pursuit thru self-striving (4-12)
A. Wrong price (4-5)
B. Wrong person and place (6-9)
C. Wrong perception and plan (10-12)

IV. The unique prescription for salvation (13-16)
A. Submission
B Surrender

Call Me Dada

H, you and I had a fabulous date night last night.

K and mom stayed in (with T) and cooked pasta together.

You and I ate at McAllister’s.

We talked about school and you asked me about work and we just enjoyed sitting with each other while we ate.

Afterward, we got ice-cream from the Dunkin Donuts drive-thru and took it to the “yellow park.”

(Yellow Park = The playground at the school just south of our house.)

It was already after dark so we looked at the stars while we ate sitting on picnic tables.

I downloaded a stargazing app on my phone and pointed out Mars and Jupiter to you which you just thought was the coolest thing.

Unless you know what to look for, they simply look like big stars.

We played on the playground for a bit and then walked around the track while we talked.

You stopped and asked me:

Dada will you push me on the swing?

I said that I would. (Of course.)

I got in place to do push, gave you one giant heave, and you easily began moving your legs back and forth swinging on your own.

It occurred to me for the first time right then that you didn’t actually need me to push you on the swing.

You just wanted me to.

I kept pushing even though you were doing all of the work – and it felt like an ounce more of my little girl slipped away from me.

You still call me Dada though, and I love that so much.

I love you.

-Dad

Trolls Prayer

K, you have been doing the best prayer lately.

See, I usually pray, and then I ask each of you girls if you would like to pray (before mom and I sing our songs).

H, you do a standard prayer of a seven to ten-year-old, going on 12.

K, when I ask you if you want to pray, it’s always quiet for a second and then I just hear your sweet little voice begin to sing:

Let me hear you sing
Sing it together, louder than ever
Forget everything, just sing
Like it’s what we’ve been missin’
And they’re gonna listen, listen
Forget everything, just sing
You think you’ve gotta hide it
Don’t keep it on the shelf
Let your waist start moving
Watch the way I do it, do it
See me do it like nobody else
If we sing it all together (if we sing it all as one)
It’s louder than yourself (all together, everyone)
Everybody’s lookin’ (see you lookin’ now)
Watch the way we do it, do it (hold up, watchin’ how I do it)
‘Cause we do it like nobody else
Let me hear you sing, don’t you stop it, don’t you fight it
Let me hear you sing, if you got it, can’t deny it
Let me hear you, it’s waiting for you
Already, you know that you do it like nobody else…

You told me a few nights ago that you didn’t really say a prayer during this time. You just sang a song when it was your turn.

I tried to explain to you that there is often not a large difference in the two.

I think that God knows our hearts.

And I think that if your heart is in the right place, you can definitely sing a song about music and dancing as a prayer.

I love you.

-Dad