I decided that there was a need to do a bit of exercise today. I headed out the door to pick up mail at the post office (small town mail delivery is “self-delivery”).
On the way, I passed the work of an acquaintance of ours. I haven’t seen her for some time, so I dropped in.
She serves as a receptionist, so the chatting was limited. I did tell her I was thinking on my sermon for this coming Sunday as I meandered through downtown. She thought a day off constituted time away from sermons.
Not so sure! I guess my sermons are taking on my life. Which is not a bad thing! When my walk and talk are the same . . . (a bit of a cliche joke there!!).
I think oftentimes sermons are just the next thing in a series, or the conglomeration of surveys of felt needs.
When there is an intersection of the preachers own passions and the direction of a Biblical text, along with the sense of a community — should be a winner!
That’s what I’m looking for.
And maybe, just maybe, that can be a refreshing on a day off.