Prepping

There’s a saying that properly prepping a room before you paint it is a lot more work, and takes a lot longer, than when you actually do the painting. I’ve found that true. It’s true also for sermon preparation. A crummy twelve minute sermon -- including the sermon or homily "My Eschaton" printed just before this blog post -- takes hours and hours and hours of preparation. And still, even so, may sound like the work of a dark and disordered mind. Count on it: the longer the sermon, obviously the less time went into preparing it. And the saying, “If I’d had more time, I’d have written you a shorter letter.” 

For three hours (3 AM to 6 AM) I’ve been sitting here finishing up preparation that started Sunday afternoon and went through Monday -- preparing for this morning’s Bible Seminar. I'm still not well prepared. Nevertheless, we gather for coffee and visiting between about nine-thirty and ten o’clock. At ten o’clock we sit down. At ten-oh-five sharp we open with prayer. Always extemporaneous, our prayer this morning will include all the things and people in our hearts and minds that we want to mention to God. Then we will tackle the end of Mark chapter 12; and all of Mark chapter 13, which is the so-called “Little Apocalypse.”

Everyone who wants to come is invited and welcome. Disagreement with my radical views and outrageous statements is welcome. So that people can keep their lunch plans, we adjourn promptly at 11:15.

TomW