Who dares to rise to preach in the face of such need?

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I received an Email from my pastor's wife in Mississippi. It contained this short little note, but it re-enlightened me to the seriousness of what we do on a weekly basis.

IN A PLAIN BROWN WRAPPER

The song service is finished. The sermon begins. During the first three sentences, expectant faces look toward the preacher.

A single mother sighs, praying her children will let her make it through the sermon, maybe even listen. An older man in failing health turns up his hearing aid. Frustrated and angry with diminishing strength and energy, he searches to make sense of his losses. A high school sophomore listens with an MTV-conditioned attention span. She is not trained to listen long. A successful business person, caught in the depths of depression, hopes for an alternative to suicide.

A Bible class teacher dealing with major failure clings to faith by a fingernail. A married couple, sitting together in the pew but hardly speaking at home, hopes for renewal of lost affection. A frustrated parent of an angry teen looks for confidence. A widow’s eyes fill with tears as her hand touches the empty seat beside her. A cancer patient needs a reason to suffer through another chemo session. Their mate is desperate for strengthto persevere.

A contractor, competing with kickbacks, cheats, and a rough economy, wonders if his ethics are antiquated.

A nurse, exhausted from a twelve-hour, pressure-packed shift, hopes for renewal. A lonely soul hopes for connection with others. New Christians listen to build faith. Long time members hope for revival from spiritual lethargy.

Debaters want a convincing argument. Condemners want a reason to feel superior. Tired church volunteers long for a boost. Frazzled church staffers need a shot in the arm. Elders need power to persevere through the pressure. Deacons need to be uplifted.

The confused seek wisdom. The guilty seek forgiveness. The sad seek help. The mad seek release. The glad seek rejoicing.

And the preacher stands.

For three sentences everyone listens intently, wondering, “Is there a word from God for me today?”

Who dares to rise to preach in the face of such need? Who can meet such a multiplicity of expectations?

God can. Only God can.

God speaks through the preacher’s faltering words, stiff outlines, and over-used illustrations. God speaks through his words, his tears, his personality, his hum or, his gestures, his spirit. God uses unworthy vessels to anoint hearts, persuade minds, lift spirits, comfort pain, and enlighten understanding.

The power in preaching is NOT the preacher. It is God. God speaking through a man, gives a beautiful gift “in a plain brown wrapper.”

God has a word for you. Shhhhh. Listen…