Tell me...

Wednesday evening I had the opportunity to worship at a church down the street from the one I serve.  I was going with a few people from our Wednesday evening Bible Study to a Thanksgiving Eve service.

I sat.
And...I didn't worry about a thing.
It was nice.

Sunday mornings are not like this for me.
I hardly sit.
I try not to worry, but I do.
It is still nice.

Just different.

So, I sat.  And I prayed.  And I sang and sorta danced in my pew - and I'm a terrible dancer.
And I didn't care.

And soon the pastor got up to preach and all I wanted was for him to tell me about God.

Just tell me again, the same thing I preach every week...

Tell me about God.  I'll never tire of that - of someone saying:
In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

And I'll never tire of someone saying:
Let us pray....

And I'll never tire of someone saying:
God is like...
or God loves you...
or God gave his only Son...
or God forgives you...

And as I sat there, longing to hear about God, I knew...the task of the preacher is not so much to be creative, but to just talk about God like you really care.  Because for some reason, we just can't get enough.