The story caught my eye because one of the points of my sermon was the fact that there are lies we tell and lies we don’t know we are telling. According to psychologists, these hidden faults are called lacunae. Webster’s dictionary defines a lacuna as a hole, a ditch, a gap in what used to be. I was emphasizing that these hidden lies are dangerous if we don’t pay attention to them. Just as I was thinking about closing the news story, I realized that God had given me the perfect illustration for the black holes in our soul that we must come to terms with when we develop a lifetime practice of becoming people of penitence.
Can you imagine how powerful this story was to the hearers of this sermon?
“The rest of the family were wakened by a loud crash, then the cries of Jeff Bush.
“I couldn’t get him out,” wept the brother. “I tried so hard. I tried everything I could.”
These quotes were also given to me: The first from Fyodor Dostoevsky in Notes From the Underground:
“Every man (and woman) has reminiscences which he would not tell to everyone but only to his friends. He has other matters in his mind which he would not reveal even to his friends, but only to himself and that in secret. But there are other things which a man is afraid to tell even to himself, and every decent man has a number of such things stored away in his mind.”
“It is my belief that no man ever understands his own artful dodges to escape from the grim shadow of self-knowledge.”At the close of the sermon and before taking Communion, we all meditated on Psalm 51. “Clear thou me from hidden faults. Keep back thy servant from presumptuous sins; let them not have dominion over me! Then I shall be innocent and blameless of great transgression.”
I spy God!