The Pulpit

the
last
two
sundays
I
have
dreaded
the
prospect
of
standing
in
the
pulpit
of
reducing
God’s
precious
truth
into
mere
words
for
the
last
two
weeks
I
have
entered
the
pulpit
with
uneasiness
inner
turmoil
wishing
to
be
anywhere
but
here
my
words
are
pathetically
inadequate
and
too
great
in
number
yet
God
uses
these
frail
words
this
weakened
messenger
in
powerful
ways
even
so
I
already
dread
next
Sunday
when
I
will
use
mere
words
to
communicate
mystery
beyond
comprehension
mystery
to
be
entered
into
embraced
not
merely
articulated
and
assented
to
intellectually