Sermon John 13:12-17 | Philosophy of Missions
12 When he had finished washing their feet, he put on his clothes and returned to
his place. “Do you understand what I have done for you?” he asked them. 13 “You
call me ‘Teacher’ and ‘Lord,’ and rightly so, for that is what I am. 14 Now that I,
your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one
another’s feet. 15 I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for
you. 16 Very truly I tell you, no servant is greater than his master, nor is a
messenger greater than the one who sent him. 17 Now that you know these
things, you will be blessed if you do them.
The unit of thought starts at verse 2.
Subject: Are we greater than Jesus?
Compliment: If Jesus wasn’t above serving others, certainly we are not above
serving others.
Homiletical Idea:
We should humble ourselves and serve like Jesus.
Introduction
On a Sunday in 2007, I was sitting in the usual pew at Immanuel when Becca
Kulah (then Taylor) got up to announce a trip to Haiti. I listened to the
announcement, and I had this overwhelming feeling I was supposed to go on that
trip. I had never been on a missions trip before. Even though I grew up in the
church, my parents never let me go, and by the time I went to college, I hadn’t
really thought much about it again. After church, I told Keri I thought I was
supposed to go on that trip in April 2008 to Haiti. She said, “okay, then go”, or
something like that. So, that April, six of us headed to Haiti for 10 days. I was
outside my comfort zone for sure. I had never travelled outside the US, Canada,
or Europe at that point. I didn’t know what God had for me or why I was there.
But, I felt strongly I was supposed to be there. I think I know well now why I was
there, and why I continue to go, but it was not obvious to me at first.
The team was 5 women and me. And, although we were a team, I was left to my
own devices frequently. The women had a bedroom and bathroom on the second
floor; I was relegated to the first floor by myself. And, the first night in Haiti, there
I am lying in the pitch-black bedroom, which is probably about 90 degrees, when
something crawled across my body. At that point I decided having the sheet
wrapped around me was not optional no matter the heat. Then an hour or two
later, a huge ruckus started in the storage room attached to my bedroom by an
adjoining door. So, I did what every courageous man does their first night in a
new place when strange loud sounds happen; I pulled the sheet, which had
become by security blanket, over my head and hoped morning would come
quickly. Well, in the morning, I was questioned. “I must have heard it; why didn’t I
do something.” Apparently, goats had gotten into the storage room and
ransacked the whole place. I now had zero credibility with the women who
worked at the guest house having just met them for the first time.
The women on the trip with me did medical work the first half of the trip while I
did construction projects and surveying around the mission. I would be apart from
the group, working with people I never met before and with a major language
barrier. Well, the first workday morning I was picked up in an ATV by a man
named Destin. I climbed in, looked at him, and in my first Creole words ever
spoken to a Haitian man, I said, “Komman ou ye?”. He said, “I’m fine man, how
are you?” I said, “Wow, your English is really good”. He said, “It should be, I’m
from Chicago”. So, as you can see, my trip was off to a great start.
Skipping ahead to the second half of the trip where we went as a team into
several remote villages to visit with people, play with the kids, and share the
gospel. We arrive in a village, and a lot of people are gathering around a large tree
in the center of the village. The leader from the mission tells me that I am going to
share a bible story with the people. Mind you, this is the first I am hearing of this
plan. While I am scrambling to come up with something, I hear her