words

Those who know me, know that I am not the biggest fan of lots of words during worship. I prefer music, art, dance, silence, reflection and space.

However, this past week, I found myself in the process of crafting a sermon...researching, praying, writing, reflecting and trying to get out of the way of myself so that the Spirit could work.

And words became important to me. Don't get me wrong....I love words. I love to read a whole lot. I absolutely love poetry and good writing and good speeches and good sermons. Its just that I often have found that the church worships the sermon or sometimes the preacher rather than worshiping God.

What I discovered is that I liked this sermon. I liked the hard work that it made me do - both in the research of the text and in the internal work it caused me to do. I also discovered that I might actually sometimes have something to say. I like to deny this...say I'm not a preacher...that that is what other people do.

Preaching a sermon about wisdom, about finding that voice within and not being scared to speak truth...well, I suppose I was preaching to myself more than I thought I was.