I am experiencing a weird sense of irony.  Today (Thursday) is my sermon prep day.  I got into this habit while on internship following my supervisor’s example.  This routine has served me well.  I write the sermon on Thursday, let it sit for a day (as if I am trying to age a fine wine) and then come back to it on Saturday.  On Saturday I work out the kinks and then practice delivering it a few times.  By Saturday noon I am "done" (sometimes the sermon changes between Saturday noon and Sunday morning).

But as I sit here working on this sermon for Palm Sunday I find myself at a loss for words.  Yet I sit here and write this blog post.  Something is wrong here.  Maybe I need to "prime the pump" some more and hopefully the sermon will fly out of my fingers onto the keyboard.  Maybe I need to go up to the sanctuary and get away from distractions.  Maybe I need to stop typing and get back to work.

Hmmm…

Some weeks I get into a zone and the sermon is done before I realize what happened and some weeks I struggle.  I know I am not the only pastor that goes through this but sometimes I feel I am.

Hmmm…

I am thinking I need to focus some more.  I know the sermon is there, I just need to stop and listen.  O.K….Enough typing (for now).  I am off to the sanctuary again, but I will be back. -edh-

P.S.  I think God gets a good laugh at irony…don’t you think?  O.K. God…I am ready to listen…fire away.