As I walk through town after spending the first half of this day working to prepare Sunday’s sermon, I realize that the gentle wind, warm summer rain, and call of the blue Jay from atop the tall pine near the intersection of Waln and Walnut Street speak more profoundly of Divine creative love than I ever could from the pulpit.
Why do you think every Sunday I long to take the church into the beauty of wild spaces to worship there?
This is why.
Let your voices be heard wind, rain, beautiful iridescent jay! Inspire the hearts of many until the whole world is rejoicing!