It's early Friday morning and I find myself with the incredible pressure of writing my message for the weekend. Yes I have done the research, spent hours thinking creatively, pleaded to God for wisdom, and soaked in His presence; yet I still feel this unbelievable weight that has kept me up all week. This message has the potential to change people's lives.
For those of you who preach every Sunday you will know what I am about to say better then most. You are only as good as your last message! Every week we have to hand in a term paper that is graded, in my case by almost 2000 people. While you might not get the red marks all over your manuscript and the final grade on the last page, you are graded by the way it plays out in people's lives.
Besides you get to compete with every Internet, CD, DVD, conference speaker that your people have plugged into their ipod that week. You also have to juggle and few broken marriages, the budget, three athletic contests of your kids, your anniversary, a new-born baby, six counseling appointments, the vision for the next ten years, two Bible studies, 24 phone calls, stained carpet in the foyer, a call from Africa and Asia, the list goes on...
All this to say here I am again, the same place I was last Friday. I want to deliver the most life-changing message that I possibly can for people that I lost two hours of sleep over last night. Please Jesus give me a passing grade because it's Friday but Sunday is coming and our 3 venues will be packed with people hungry and ready to be fed! Help me Jesus!