Sermon for 10 August ’08
Let me tell you a story. It was January 1991, the first Gulf War, remember that? My daughter Erin was five going on six going on twenty six. The TV news was showing the late Saddam Hussein at prayer, kneeling and bowing low to the ground on his prayer mat.
“What’s that man doing, daddy?” asked Erin.
“He’s praying,” I said, “that’s how they pray where he comes from.”
“Does he want the war to end?” asked Erin.
“No,” I replied, “he wants it to continue.”
“Then why is he praying?” was Erin’s reply, which astounded me then and astounds me still.