Preaching isn’t easy. Each Sunday is different. A different text, different circumstances, different emotions and the list could go on. Some Sunday’s it’s a great joy to climb into the pulpit. God has given me a word of hope and joy and grace . It just erupts inside me and I can’t wait to share it. Other Sunday’s, like tomorrow, fill me with anguish. My heart is heavy, my soul is sad, my faith shaken. That’s tomorrow. So tonight I wait, and I watch; I pray and I rest in God’s Word. And tomorrow, with the rising sun I will look for the risen Son and I will trust that he has come to be our neighbor.


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