I'm not preaching tomorrow. Erin Flinn, the regional missioner (or what ever they call her) is coming and accepted the pulpit.
It's been odd--not having to think about a sermon. I seldom write them down now, though I did, religiously (hah!) when I was first ordained and for years.
The Episcopal Church has a three year lectionary. The same gospel shows up on it's appointed day every three years. I've been a priest for almost 39 years. I've heard the gospels and preached on them about 13 times. I usually don't write anything down except a few key words or notes. If people tell me they like the sermon I go home and try to type it out, mostly accurately.
I told my Tuesday morning group that one reason I got ordained was so I would go to church.
They were horrified, I think.
But it's true.
I go to church to preach and celebrate the Eucharist.
If I didn't do either, I probably wouldn't go to church.
Ordination made me a church goer. I'm glad for that. Going to church, though fading in our culture, is a good thing.
I'm glad I have for over half my life.
Most of my life I've gone to church--Pilgrim Holiness, Methodist, Episcopalian.
But would I if I weren't ordained?
I'm just not sure.
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