(Ok, so I wrote this in the middle of the night Saturday, and was going to post it Sunday morning. But that didn’t happen on 2 hours of sleep. But…here you go anyway.)
I could never be an every week preacher. Every Saturday night I would be like “CRAP! I’ve got 8 hours to write an amazing sermon. Not only would I be stressed out like crazy, (and um, not to mention the fact that 1) I’m a woman, and the idea of a woman preaching every week still is slightly odd, 2) I don’t see myself in a traditional church again, with the regular paid preacher, and 3) I’m really beginning to not believe in the Biblical accuracy or relevancy of preaching as we know it (but don’t tell my dad or that preaching major that I’m good friends with, ok?)), but I would be leaving God out of it, because I would think I could (or would have to) do it all!
That crazy college class comes back to haunt me again, as I do understand the point of planning ahead, in some ways, to let God speak that way.
But it’s just funny that we are talking about practical atheism today, and I find myself practicing it.
Last night, sitting in a downtown coffeeshop, drinking great drinks, silently reading together and challenging our views and what we’ve always known, and watching white snow fall on black city streets. I could do that all the time.
Um, so I’m really, really, really loving Jon McLaughlin. Wow, what a piano man. His stuff has been on continuous play, that’s for sure.
