Hope

I'm preaching on hope this Sunday. In contrast, I started asking myself today, "when have I been truly hopeless?" This is such a hard question. I can't really think of an answer, and when I can think of one, I'm not willing to share it with others. It surprises me when a question for others ends up being so difficult that you, yourself, can't answer it.

So, I continue to sit and ponder.

However on a cheerful side note...I'm pondering in the most perfect place right now. Mt. Tabor space. It's a coffee shop that Mt. Tabor Presbyterian church opened up, and it is perfect for today. Quiet, peaceful, beautiful, and I can hear the rain pour down outside! As I sip my peach tea, I think...oh how I love fall!

Sermon

I'm working on next week's sermon. It's something between "there is always hope," uniting as a church, and using examples from "How I met your mother" and "Apollo 13."

Right now, I have too many ideas. They are all floating around. I kind of dug myself into a hole, asking the youth band to play. I thought I would be talking more about the church, so they are ready to go with a song they picked out for that theme. Unfortunately, with everything changing, I just don't know how it's going to work out, or if it's going to mesh at all.

Too many ideas. If only I could preach more, then I could separate it some.

Although, I really like only preaching once in a blue moon.

Oh well, back to work.