I look into the crowd.
What are the stories here?
What are the lives that are behind those faces?
How did they end up in front of me on a Sunday morning?
What happened this week?
Who lost their jobs?
Has someone suffered the loss of a loved one this week?
Cancer?
Did someone runaway from home?
Middle of a divorce?
How am I supposed to do anything that will affect their lives for eternity.
At the same time, I have to ask:
Who started a new job?
Were there any births this week?
A clear report from the doctor?
Did the prodigal come home?
Marriages reconciled?
These are just a few questions that would unmask a world of joy and pain behind the facades that show up on a regular basis.
Man this is tough.
Just go up there and preach.
Sure. Ok.
Praise God.
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