I have the awesome privilege of preaching this sunday at Abundant Life, the local assembly I'm a part of. I'm stoked, mainly because I love having conversations about God and faith and life, and I hate being interrupred or ignored. Preaching is a good way for at least one of those to happen.
In all seriousness . . . I'm a little scared. It's not the public speaking - I was born to be behind a microphone. It's not that I don't think I'm worthy to be a conduit, a vessel, a prophet. I fully recognize I'm not.
I think it's what preaching means to me, and particularly, what the message that is brewing means if I take it seriously.
What does the Eucharist REALLY mean? What kind of life am I called to? Do I have what it takes to live that kind of life? And slightly more scary - what is the basis I claim to be able to partake of the eucharist? What gives me the right to chose to identify with Christ in a solitary act, but not with my life?
What if I stumble? What if I fall flat on my face after exhorting a congregation to live boldly for the one who boldly gave His life? I don't plan on it, but . . . will I still be loved if I'm not perfect?
So what DOES preaching mean to you? Why is that scary?
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks for getting that DC Talk song stuck in my head. Jerkface.
ah... you also got the song stuck in my head. thank you.
ReplyDeleteI enjoy your blog.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your honesty.
It really is refreshing.