Today I am thankful for the privilege of preaching.
Yesterday I preached here at North Heights on the subject of “desperate faith.” It marked the third straight week I’ve spoken in a row. Alex and I don’t necessarily plan our annual schedule with respect to who speaks when, but it usually works out to about 50/50. Looking at the rest of my calendar, I see that I’ll be gone this coming Sunday to speak elsewhere, and after that I only have two more sermons left in 2020; I’ll speak on the first and last Sundays of the year, and that’s it; that’s all I have left.
It’s hard to believe, when you put it that way.
Nevertheless, I am thankful for every opportunity I have to preach. I love what I do. I love that I get to—for a living—dig into the Word of God, search for answers to important questions, and look for help to important problems. I can’t imagine doing anything else with my life (which is good, because I’m pretty lousy at everything else one could do in life).
So today, as we continue our thirteen days of Thanks, I can’t help but pause and be thankful that the Lord has blessed me with the privilege of opening His book and preaching His Truth to the world.