I don’t want to share my first two sermons at Hope. They were horrible. I was still unsettled and unsure, welcomed by my new congregation, but in reality, not knowing them. It is far easier to preach to a people you don’t know and leave. Their regular pastor gets to pick up any pieces you leave behind and field questions that left them unsettled. Not that I ever intended to do that- but it does happen every so often when you supply preach.
But this is different. These are my PEOPLE now. I am here for better and worse. And I want them to still like me after the first month!
They say that if you start with blasé sermons you can only go up from there and apparently I set a pretty low bar for myself. In reality, as much as I don’t want to share them, I will. You get to see what I think are ICK; scattered, unformulated, wandering in the darkness.
The good news is that God is always with us- in the dark and the ick. So, by the power of the Holy Spirit alone, my people still like me- they still want me here. And I am grateful.
Read on, if you dare. And welcome to my barefoot walk.