Another Sunday, reflecting, thinking, remembering. Another Sunday in a long series of Sundays, so long I cannot remember the beginning, now over 3000 Sundays. A lifetime of Sundays, it seems like so many, it seems like so few. Only 3000.
This is not the first Sunday I have spent in Honduras, but I do not know how many. This is not the first Sunday I have spent in Catacamas, but again I do not know the number. It doesn’t matter.
Today I will assemble with the family of God for worship and to surround the Table of the Lord. Here the Supper is called holy. I have been asked to preach. Some Sundays I wish I could listen and drink deeply and relish the renewal and recommitment of the God relationship. The task of preaching is often a distraction in my personal worship, but it is the calling and work of God. I awoke early, thinking about this day, thinking about God and his will and ways in this world.
God’s people seek God. They seek God through His Word. That is my task. Not to tell them a lot of things they do not know. My task is to make God clear, to make the Word of God clear. What is God’s unique message for his people in this place on this day. I have spent much of the last two days asking questions of those I was with, trying to understand the unique needs and challenges. I have thought about how to connect God’s word to those needs. Today, my prayer is that the word spoken might be the word needed, so that God’s people are refreshed and restored and renewed. May it be so!