Wondering about my Wanderings

The beat goes on

I like to think that everything in life revolves around music. As I prepare my sermon I catch myself in a beat. There are two beats in a rhythm followed by seven. Don't- Speak/ Un-til you-'re spok-en to. I find myself moving into the rhythm as I preach. I am like a drummer who is calling others to march to a beat. Where do they go and how do I know when we get there?

I practice my sermon continually. I am aware that my voice is squeaky at times and strong at other. It challenges me to think how I am the voice of God for others and am encouraged to look at what that means for any one person.

I do not know what to think any more. At times I am ready to preach for the rest of my life, knowing that it is God's call, and at other times I am fearful I fail and disappoint God and everyone I care about. I wonder if that is Jesus felt. At the end of a day knowing he knew there was a good chance he might be crucified. Rather than dying, he chose to rise again.