Many things give a sense of rich privilege.
Some things are a privilege to see. I felt that way when I saw the original copy of the Constitution in Washington, D.C.
Some things are a privilege to hear. I will never forget sitting in the front row of Orchestra Hall to hear the Chicago Symphony under legendary conductor Sir Georg Solti.
Some things are a privilege to touch. My own sons fresh from the womb.
I feel that way supremely about simply proclaiming the name and gospel of Jesus Christ. While results are extremely important to me, when God gives me the chance to do nothing more than deliver the message to someone who needs it, I feel like Sammy Sosa springing out of the batter's box after a homer.
Our worship service last Easter, for example, was overall not one of our best. Many of our people were away visiting family, so our attendance was half of normal, and the offering reflected that. What's more, a few glitches beset the music. Even so, for the rest of the day I sailed on an emotional ...1