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
