In this season of pandemic, on this Holy Saturday, my friend Rev. Sarah and I collaborated on a short time of prayer and reflection.
This is a bit of wobbly preaching. My voice is quivering, as usual. I also stumble over some words more than I would like - but I think I was preaching a thing that was also me trying to forgive some things, some people that taught me some things that aren't true about the Gospel.
Green Street UMC is taking a deep dive into their Affirmation of Faith this summer. I went way off lectionary to talk about judgment, hoping, and that time Jesus stole a kid's lunch and fed 5,000 with it.
This sermon was a little trickier to write than usual. Last week I had the amazing opportunity to go with Wake Div to The Proctor Institute which was transformational. (More on that in a later post but also in this sermon, and probably every sermon for a while!) The other thing that was tricky was that this was the first Sunday after my friend/sister/mentor/pastor had moved on from her call at Emmanuel Lutheran Church in High Point to accept a new call at LTSS. This is all wonderful news, but for a new preacher and a seminarian it felt like a piece of difficult writing.