I haven’t preached a sermon since the end of July. I’m back in the pulpit at First Congregational Church of Los Angeles this Sunday, and honestly, I can’t wait! More than that, I’ve had one of those wonderful and rare feelings lately — I’ve missed my church!
I don’t mean “my” in the sense that I possess the church; but “my” in the sense that these are people I love and care about and long to see. It’s been five Sundays since I’ve been at First Church, and thanks to Laura Fregin preaching each week, I’ve not worried about anything. The same with my colleague Susan Leary who handles so much all the time. And all the other dedicated staff members and lay leaders of First Church.
That said, I’ve missed my tribe.
For the past few weeks I’ve been doing a lot of reading, writing, seeing family and friends, resting, thinking, feeling, painting, praying, meditating, walking, swimming, watching a few movies, and all in all, doing whatever I want to do when I want to do it. (That is the greatest luxury of all.) But this coming Sunday I’m back in the pulpit and will preach an August sermon series titled: “The Poetry of the Prophets.” I will start with Moses on August 5.
Speaking of sermons, I need to get busy writing one this morning, but for right now, I just want to feel it — really feel it — I’m grateful for that feeling of missing my church. It’s a good feeling. Take a Breath. I’ll see you Sunday!