Am speaking at a lovely church tomorrow and in preparing I thought of the people that might be there, what if they emailed me before hand so I could be more specific in the delivery of the message. What would they say?
Dear Preacher,
I am a member of your audience and I sit before you in silent desperation. I am a mother of a good Christian teen-age girl who just told me that she is pregnant. I am a husband whose marriage is falling apart and no matter what I do I can’t seem to stop it. I’m a child who has tried so hard to win the affection of my Dad, but all I hear from him is how many times I screw up. I’m a senior citizen who sees that my life is coming to a close and I’m worried and scared…not knowing if my life has made a difference or if my future is secure. I’m a father of three kids and the doctor just told me that my wife can’t possibly live more than a couple of months. I am a widow who sits alone in my home so lonely yet no one seems to care. I’m by all accounts a successful man who has gotten everything he has wanted in life, but it hasn’t been enough. I am blue and depressed and I don’t even know why, but I can’t go on living like this any longer. I am a parent who raised my kid in the church but now my child is so far away from the Lord we can’t even discuss it anymore. I am single and have just invested all I had in a relationship and the person walked away without ever looking back. I’m a wife whose husband rarely speaks to me, and I can’t remember the last time he held me. I feel so lonely and abandoned, even in my own home. Oh, you can’t see my desperation by looking at me. I’ve learned to hide my feelings so deeply that sometimes I can even fool myself. The people who sit on either side of me would be surprised to know that I walk the floor each night and cry. I can imagine the shocked surprise of those sitting with me in the pew if I told them that I had considered committing suicide… Or maybe they wouldn’t be shocked at all, maybe they have too.
So preacher, when I sit in front of you on Sunday morning, I don’t want to hear your thoughts on the analyses of transubstantiation or another exegesis on a fine piece of scripture. I don’t want to hear the latest Christian joke that came into your inbox … and I don’t want you to share a few thoughts that you gleamed from the night before. I don’t want to hear about the latest book on pastoral counseling and I don‘t want to be begged for money for missionaries or the world’s hungry. Preacher, I hurt. I feel empty and useless, with no where to go.
My question to you is the same that the king asked God’s prophet Jeremiah, “ Is there any word from the Lord?”
ok, I get it, I think ... better get started and listen ... Lord speak, your servant is listening
Have listened, sermon ready ... conclusion? We need to hear jokes because laughter is good for the soul. We need to hear about counseling because there are those who are hurting and need help.We need to hear about theology because we are to be sound in doctrine and firm in beliefs. We need to raise money for good causes at times to meet our role as being the salt of this world.
ReplyDeleteKeep on keeping on ... even when it hurts.