Here I sit, under a blanket on this crisp fall morning in northern Oklahoma. It’s Tuesday morning, one day closer to the delivery of a sermon that I’ve not even begun. Often, topics or content present themselves without camouflage and I can simply sit down and begin composition. But, there are also times like the one in which I now find myself where there seems to be a mental block or a log jammed in the bottle-neck keeping the river from flowing freely.
Needless to say, that won’t stop me. Sermon prep has almost become a week long meditation. The act has graduated from writing yet another paper the be orally presented to something that more closely resembles a meal that I eat or clothes that I put on. It has begun to paint a picture of who I am. It nourishes me. And so, what do we do with a great meal? We share it. What’s the first thing you want to do after you’ve invested a day in picking out the perfect new outfit? We lose sleep at night anticipating the excitement of showing the world my new threads. At least that’s true for me since I buy clothes about once every four or five years…
So, I’ll spend my day shopping through the pages of a piece of ancient literature to find a few gems that invoke a challenge, that clad us in a new way of life. There is something new, even mysterious, waiting for discovery. Hopefully I’ll be one of the lucky ones to stumble across a breakthrough worth sharing with the masses.
