Another Saturday...another sermon. What a strange, mixed blessing this call to preach is...I always want to quit on Saturday and then Sunday comes, the Holy Spirit shows up(thanks be) and it all seems right and good. But then, invariably, by about Wed., I am back to not being able to even imagine myself as a minister/preacher...who is that woman who gets up on Sunday and leads worship and preaches???? Certainly, not me! Ah well...today I am determined to be done with all this early enough to have a relaxing evening with my husband. I recognize that part of why I am usually still working at midnight on Saturday is because I am, on some level, still resisting this job, and am procrastinating about putting words on the page because, of course, nothing I write will be good enough...even though that goes against everything I believe about God, Grace, and how I am able to do anything even remotely good. It is only through Christ that I do anything...so why do I play these crazy games with myself???

On a humorous note, this past week I had the spouses of two of my hospice patients (I did their funerals) come to see me and ask me to do their funerals "when the time comes". Of course, I said I would be honored, and I would, it is a sacred honor. Here's the funny part, though, the one woman said "I want you to do my funeral, so I will look you up when I'm gone." "Gosh", I thought to myself, "I hope not cuz that would scare the crap out of me!"
Well, time to get back to sermonating.