The guts of the passage

I love preaching. It doesn’t matter if it’s to a handful of people or a thousand who are gathered, I enjoy it. I love studying the history and structure of the words. I love putting them together into an artful form.

And I love when I’m exhausted, run out of time, and bang my head on the desk because of my finitude. I haven’t spent as much energy on the sermon as I hoped, yet I’m at the end of my human capacity to prepare any more. Then when I deliver it, somehow the sermon is good.