The Fire, The Whisper, The Cross

This past Sunday I was privileged to be able to preach at Mosaic Birmingham again.  The Anglican lectionary called for Matthew 17, so I preached that.  The Mount of Transfiguration.

I was not pleased with my last outing of teaching, primarily because it felt like a lecture.  It was plenty of information about the biblical text, but it lacked structure, art and pathos.

SInce I don’t preach very often, I’m still trying to figure out not only how to actually do it but—perhaps more importantly—also how to think about it.  How to approach it.  How to understand it.

I think I’m coming to a simpler place with preaching.  My responsibility is to artfully point people to the resurrected Jesus through the Bible.  That’s all.  It’s a gift given, and I get to enjoy giving it.  Whatever God chooses to use it for is up for him.

Those last five sentence took about 45 seconds to type, but they’re really hard to fully live in.  Really hard.

So here it is.

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