Some weeks are hard for preaching. I usually am able to take the time to get into the texts and to prayerfully discuss them with colleagues and to stew over the gospel message as I do the things that it takes to be the church... and other things as well.
But some weeks, there is too much to do to take the time to write a manuscript. I lose hours of sleep on Saturday evening and Sunday morning painstakingly typing out the right words to say. I have always been a manuscript preacher and it takes so much more time... on the front end at least.
This last week, I had no time to write. I had thought and thought and thought... but there was no time to sit at my computer and write. I sat through deep theological conversations on death and life and the new creation (which was my sermon topic)... but there was no time to sit and write. I wrestled with what God was calling me to preach... but there was no time to sit and write. I spent time with friends I haven't seen in a year... and there was no time to write.
Sunday morning at 6:15, I got up and took some of the jumbled thoughts that had filled my life for a full seven days and jotted them down. I put the stories in order. I found the natural flow of the message. I connected the gospel to the epistle in a quick comparison and contrast. I knew where I wanted to get and I trusted God would get it there. (or, rather, I thought I knew where God wanted us all to get and I prayed God would send the Spirit) And I let it be.
I think that Sunday morning - even with only 4 hours of sleep - was a good morning for preaching. Thanks be to God the Spirit showed up. Thanks be to God that I had the courage to step away from the pulpit to tell a story for only the second time since I've been here. Thanks be to God that I didn't have it all written out and that the message flowed through me. Thanks be to God.
Such moments where we're out of our comfort zone can be fruitful ground for the Spirit to work. Thanks be to God, indeed.
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