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a hunger for the text:

exegesis, translation, grammar, syntax, context, historical critical, literary analysis….what’s overstated?, what’s understated?  Flipping paper-thin pages in search of the first, horrible and lonely draft.

a hunger to communicate

anticipation, what do they need?, what did you mean?, they already know that!, heard it a thousand times!, assumptions, presumptions, projections, truth in the negative, christian jargon. The first draft falls apart  like compost from culinary preparations.

a hunger for sacred proximity

nibbling…nibbling away at the distance between pew and pulpit, distilled words, appropriate humor, a fork and spoon through the mind, heart, into the stomach pit.   Respectful invasion, aided by the Spirit…stilling the room until internal vitality begins a unified rumbling…..THE hunger games of faith.

A congregation moves out to be the least among them….to serve, to feed to find the abundant feast that will consume them but not their hunger.

4 days until the cocoon of General Assembly in Detroit…what will emerge?

hungry caterpillar

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ImageIn order to get a sermon out of scripture I beg and bully the words on air thin pages to “move over” and let me in.  Each week I manipulate artificially and in vain.

But somewhere in my bullying, I am splashed in the face and I realize scripture is not words on a page but a divine and vital flow.

When I am embarrassed by the surprising splash ( you would think I would learn), I consider splashing back.

But the scripture babbles to me so that I no longer listen to my own offended voice.

Rather than jump in and make a large splash, the flow seems to call for the dip of a toe in a particular and chosen spot.

The toe, so connected to the brain, causes it and me to wonder and appreciate the feel of the flow.

Loving the respect, the living word encourages a deeper dip….to all that digests at the waist, to all the bears weight at the shoulder…until the mind, too, is in the flow.

The words on the page never needed to be bullied.  Still I was right.  There is no sermon until I am allowed in.

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