Normally, when I supply preach, I prepare a fairly innocuous sermon...you know, wherein I'll mention repeatedly, the words love, peace, and hope. I'll speak to Jesus' command to serve and be served and at the end of the morning, I'll pray... pray that each might be surprised by God, emboldened by God , and filled by God that week. I do this, mostly because (generally), I don't know the congregation -- I don't know their story or their joys or their sorrows or their fears...so I figure it never hurts to hear that God is present and that God loves you. But I also do this, because it's an easy message to bring. Let's face it...it's a rare day, when someone gets up and walks out, because you said, "no matter what, God loves you."
But, I thought maybe I'd mix it up a bit. So, this Sunday, I'll be preaching from 2 Samuel 11:1-15. I'll give you a moment to look it up.
|By Ernst Fuchs; I am struck deeply, |
by David's tear as he kisses Bathsheba.
I figure if you can't talk about lust, adultery, sex, manipulation, corruption, trickery, pregnancy, and murder from the pulpit....what CAN you talk about? Amiright?
Besides. The "love of God" is getting boring.
(Please, oh please, note the sarcasm.)