The false prophet’s teaching does not emphasize the utter sinfulness of sin and the total inability of man to anything about his own salvation. It often does not really believe in sin at all, and certainly does not emphasize its vile nature. It does not say that we are all perfect; but it does suggest that sin is not serious. Indeed, it does not like to talk about sin; it talks only about individual or particular sins. It does not talk about the fallen, lost, and depraved. It does not like to talk about the solidarity of the whole of mankind in sin, and the fact that we have ‘all sinned and fallen short of the glory of God.’ It does not emphasize this doctrine of the exceeding sinfulness of sin’ as you find it in the New Testament. And it does not emphasize the fact that man is ‘dead in trespasses and sins’, and utterly helpless and hopeless. It does not like that; it does not see the necessity of doing that. (Martin Lloyd-Jones, Studies in the Sermon on the Mount, Vol II, page 246).
I read the following poem in my Sermon on Sunday and had several requests for a copy of the text. Jason Lehman was 14 years old when he wrote it, and was first published in the February 14, 1989 “Dear Abby” column.
It was spring, but it was summer I wanted,
The warm days, and the great outdoors.
It was summer, but it was fall I wanted,
The colorful leaves, and the cool, dry air.
It was fall, but it was winter I wanted,
The beautiful snow, and the joy of the holiday season.
It was winter, but it was spring I wanted,
The warmth and the blossoming of nature.
I was a child, but it was adulthood I wanted,
The freedom and respect.
I was 20, but it was 30 I wanted,
To be mature, and sophisticated.
I was middle-aged, but it was 20 I wanted,
The youth and the free spirit.
I was retired, but it was middle-age I wanted,
The presence of mind without limitations.
My life was over, and I never got what I wanted.