I was listening to a sermon podcast today. The preacher used an illustration to make a point about preaching with moral courage.
He described the cancer doctor who — fearful of upsetting his patient — told him time and again that he was fine and should not worry about the pains and soreness he was feeling. It is nothing, the doctor said. It will go away on its own.
Of course, the patient died. The soothing words of the doctor had no effect on the cancer.
The illustration is pretty clear in its application for preachers of the gospel.
It drives home a qualm that often troubles me. So much of what we do in the church only makes sense if their is no cancer.
But there is.
We are all under sentence of death. We need a radical cure, and sooner rather than later.
But would you know that by listening to my preaching? Would you know that by looking at my life?