THE WEAKEST SERMON EVER

I totally bombed this Sunday.

I preached a sermon on the value of a broken hallelujah. The main point was that God uses our weakness.

I was the sermon illustration… not on purpose though.

I am fully capable of putting together a really good sermon that is presented well. This is not what occurred. I spent last week as single mom since Jon had to go on a last minute trip to NY to repair some recent storm damage to our rental property….… Read More THE WEAKEST SERMON EVER

PLAY TO THE WHISTLE

The point is I was tired before the weekend even began and part of me wanted to just stay home, curl up in a blanket and binge watch.

I find myself having those days more and more. Whether it’s from my mile-long to-do list or a newsfeed of political divisiveness, or crazy raccoons, I have too many days where I just want to sit down, or lie down.

I’m not saying I want to quit completely, I just want to ride the pine for a little while ya know? Sit on the sidelines and watch the game while I take a breather. Ever felt that way?… Read More PLAY TO THE WHISTLE

FRONT ROW SEATS FOR THE WEARY

As a young man in construction boots, dress pants, a white button down dress shirt, and a flannel stood beside my brother and waited for his bride, Will announced to those in the room that he was about to perform a wedding ceremony and those who were left were welcome to witness the event or to give the room to the couple.

We took seats in the chairs that had not been packed up yet and watched as a young women entered with a beautiful gown, tattoos, a pony tail, smiles, and tears.… Read More FRONT ROW SEATS FOR THE WEARY