I am notorious for not returning from vacation well. What I mean is that often my body has returned but the brain is still at the beach or in the car in the case of our last trek through the southeast US.
This past trip we returned to a funeral and a very busy church weekend and then a board meeting so my brain clicked in pretty quickly. I was quite satisfied with myself until I realized on Friday morning that I still needed to write a sermon.
Now I by no means am one of those who gets their sermon done early in the week or - like some people I know - even before the week starts. However, I usually have my sermon done by Saturday afternoon, early evening at the latest.
Not this week. I lost my sermon mojo.
I had a text. I had some ideas. I had some illustrations. What I did not have was even the remote desire to sit like the adult I supposedly am and write the thing.
I emailed back and forth with my friend, I was practically instant messaging with Songbird in the comments section of one of her posts. She finally gave up on me at 10:39pm. The 44th comment on that post has me finally saying goodnight at 1:16AM.
I felt like the college student who has had too much caffeine on a schoolnight and walks around the dorm looking for someone to 'play'. But all of the blog rooms were quiet. Even the the community room was quiet.
Finally I pulled it together long enough to get something on paper and then I went to bed. I woke up, I read through it, I got myself and family ready for church, I led Sunday School and then I led worship. And as we moved into the sermon and I began to preach I all of the sudden heard myself reading off the paper:
Trust. It is a commodity; and much like wearing spandex it is a privilege, not a right.
My friends, THIS is why you write your sermons before one o'clock in the morning on Saturday night.