We’re working our way through the book of Amos at pfmchurch. Yesterday was a temperately cold and a spiritually heavy day. Amos 3 & 4 includes some rather weighty words that are in yo face. Most of the time I finish up a sermon and then smile over a hearty lunch. This time lunch found me in a spiritual body cast as I chugged a mediocre protein shake. I’m still recovering this morning. Preaching is more than just talking or giving a speech. It’s like swimming across a lake: everything is focused on keeping afloat, moving forward, reaching the other beach. And I love it, even when it’s really really really boom.
The Word is effective. Sometimes it eases in through the front door and brings comfort; other times it seems to crash through the bay window and just ransacks the place, like a suburbanite deer. Destruction is never the goal, I know, but the feels are there. Remodeling of the heart starts with a sledgehammer, I guess. For whatever reason, what’s happening in me. Ultimately, I have an overwhelming amount of trust in God that He will make the Word effective. And I cannot wait until next week.