Two Sundays in a row, I found myself preaching. Man, where did all this fire come from?
I look back over the years and I guess I always was a bit fiery. I know that I’ve pulled back on all of that because when we first moved here, all that passion and fire seemed to offend people. This is such a conservative community, at least the people we have encountered. What many consider to be excitement is more like a polite applause from a subdued gathering, compared to where we come from. I’m accustomed to letting it all out at full blast with praise and shouting. Besides, I’m a musician and as a drummer, that’s just part of your make up.
Well, the fiery words seem to be slipping out more and more each week. I can’t help it. Yesterday, I couldn’t find my power point notes, so I just went ahead and began teaching from what I remembered in my studies of the scripture passages. The next thing I knew, I was preaching about things that have been a passion in my heart for years.
Now I know why I couldn’t find my notes. The Lord had a completely different perspective to bring out this time.
Man, this is great. There’s nothing like living out the dream that God has for your life. We’re not doing anything to make it come to pass. We’re just living it out.