I have led worship three weeks in a row at three different churches. I have been suffering with varying degrees of my cold/respiratory infection at each one. Needless to say, my hoarse voice and occasional cough probably made the congregations suffer too! But yesterday, at a two-point charge, I received so much love and affirmation. The message was a tough one (Jesus using the word hatred in terms of family and life itself!) but somehow, with Help, I hit the right chord with some people. But the neatest thing yesterday was meeting a retired minister from Minnesota. He read scripture, and he read it in the most amazing way: reverent, real, thoughtful, personal. I was absolutely blown away. I thanked him for the gift of his interpretation, and his reading.
This may be the high note I go out on. My husband starts cancer treatments soon, and I won't take any more church services. And yes...I'm no longer licensed to do them, but I still do a few when churches seem desperate. The one yesterday was fun because my mom came...It's where she got married in 1955, and her grandfather built the church.
Watched the DRCC service for last Sunday at supper yesterday. Sheldon provided an interesting take on the parable of the potter. It prompted me to write my first reflection in almost 2 weeks.
The potter remade the clay object possibly to make something more appropriate for that piece of clay. The first failure or fault revealed the potter's original goal did not suit the clay as it was so another design was chosen..