Yesterday was a preaching bomb.
Ever have everything prepared, really know your material, and still fail to deliver?
I wanted it over as soon as I got up… and I just pushed through it.
I love preaching, even though I question it’s role, I’m thrilled whenever I can engage hearts and minds with the Scriptures and the Spirit of God is working… but this was my most uncomfortable preaching moment by far.
I’m still processing through what happened. I know I’ve been going through some spiritual unsteadiness. There has been family-oriented strains and lots of mixed feelings lately. I had not slept much and I woke up just feeling weak.
I was tasked with sharing about my own personal visions in life. This is important stuff, for myself personally and our lives going forward of course. But, I felt like I was talking more about me, than Jesus. Something about that felt powerless.
I need to crawl somewhere and hide for awhile.