Sermon Text: John 1:1-14
Once upon a time, there was a man named Jerry. Jerry was a builder. He had started off as a carpenter, and learned to build homes and construct small office buildings. He lived in a small, but growing town on the edge of a big city, so there was always a lot of work to be done. He gained a reputation as the best in his field; he was honest, hard-working, didn’t rip people off, and did a first rate, high quality job.
Jerry made a lot of money in his business. He was able to purchase ten acres of land, and built himself a mansion of a house, for himself and his six kids. People used to drive by just to look at what a fabulous house it was. Jerry taught all of his children to be builders. They all followed in his footsteps, and eventually took over the thriving, family business. Jerry built homes for all of his sons, because he loved them so much.
But, at the age of 70, Jerry was starting to slow down. His wife of 47 years, Edna, had died of cancer a year earlier. Her death had really taken a toll on him emotionally. Sure, he had six children, 12 grandchildren, and 3 great-grand children. But the mansion was too much for him to keep up, now. Jerry had always dreamed of retiring up north in the woods, at the edge of a beautiful lake, where he could be close to nature. That was he and Edna’s dream. So, he found a little house he could keep up, 1000 miles to the north. He loved his family so much, but he felt they needed to be on their own without him always telling them what to do. So, with tears in his eyes, he moved away.
Every week, he would write to a different child or grandchild, but he never heard back. He assumed their business was booming, and that they had been too busy to write.
After six months had passed, he started writing, “Let me know when you want me to come visit. I would love to see you again.” But he never heard back. He knew they were busy, but maybe they didn’t want him around anymore. His mind played weird games with him way up in the North. As he thought more and more about their lack of response, he told himself that maybe they preferred life without him. Jerry didn’t want to force himself on his children, his grandchildren, or his great-grandchildren. So, he … just … stayed … away. But, his love for his family never changed. … Read full sermon here (PDF)