This week I studied, I read, I prayed, I worshipped. I did everything that I was supposed to do to prepare the message for Sunday, plus a ton of other stuff, with the intent on not doing any preparation on Saturday, but it just didn’t click.
I didn’t have any thing especially “important” to say. Nothing really burned in my heart. I tried writing a little, but it all seemed pretty run of the mill. Like most pastors, I began to get a little nervous when the well was empty on Saturday morning.
I had a thought from Ezra 7:10, “For Ezra had prepared his heart to seek the law of the Lord, and to do it, and to teach in Israel statutes and judgments.” To me, that is an awesome verse, but I needed more time for it to bake before pulling it out of the oven, and I wouldn’t have enough time before Sunday to do it justice. Plus, it just didn’t seem like the right text at the right time.
Maybe next Sunday, my heart wanted to say. Yet, Sunday called and reminded me that it would be here tomorrow, so I started to develop what I thought would be the wrong text for the wrong time, and a funny thing happened along the way.
Once again, putting fingers to keyboard, with both my English and Portuguese Bibles at the ready, a whole new thought opened up and it just clicked.
It has happened before, and I’m sure it will happen again, but I don’t want to take it for granted.
It may not seem like a big thing to you, and it may not seem like a Spurgeonesque sermon to those that will heart it tomorrow, but I just wanted to publicly say that I’m thankful for the grace of God, even in sermon preparation.
I’m thankful for when the Holy Spirit stirs in my heart with the beauty and power of the Scriptures and quickens my soul again, giving me strength and encouragement to preach…to minister to that same grace to needy souls.
Tomorrow, the fresh bread from heaven will be served and I’ll post here the weekly version of Whatcha’ Preaching, but until then pray for me and for those that will hear the product of what happens when it just clicks.