…will preach.

When I first came to faith, there used to be an organist in our church whose talents were probably not as sharp as they had once been. On occasions it was hard to find the melody in amongst all those random notes, and people used to say it sounded as if it were being played with boxing gloves on.

Does it ever feel like that when you preach?  Yesterday I attempted to tackle the sparkling prophecy and elegant poetry of Isaiah 40 v. 1 -5, and felt like I had the boxing gloves on! Who am I to handle such timeless words and majestic truths? On occasions it feels like the only way to do justice to Scripture would be to simply read it out.

However, God was good, and there are one or two people who went away encouraged – so for that I am truly grateful.