Pastoring wasn’t my first occupation, wasn’t even my first choice of careers. I had been out of Bible School for almost 10 years before a small country church in Golden Prairie, Saskatchewan took a huge leap of faith and hired me to be their new pastor. I hadn’t really preached a sermon before beginning there so you can imagine that weekly sermon prep was a real challenge. After we’d been there about six months my friend Greg suggested I’d been there long enough I could just start preaching the first ones over again since no one would remember what I’d said back then anyway.
I was reminded of that this week because I kinda feel like I’ve been preaching not the same sermons, but undoubtedly a recurring theme. Regardless of what book in the Bible we are studying the theme of the centrality of Jesus to every detail of life keeps coming up; the awareness of his presence, his involvement and guiding, literally living his life through me, and developing within myself an increasing desire for him that supersedes every other desire.
I was momentarily concerned that some may be tiring of the message and maybe wished I would move on until I thought about it in this perspective. My newlywed son and daughter (in-law) are staying with us till they leave for a two year term at a church in the Bahamas. (I gotta figure out how to get a gig like that!) Needless to say there’re a lot of kisses and I love you’s and such going on in our house. The cynic would say “give it a few months.” The cynic would be wrong.
The truth is there’s been a lot of that stuff going on in our house for the last 25 years. I never tire of hearing Wendy tell me she loves me or the hundreds of ways she shows it. I love hearing the special beep on my phone that tells me she was thinking of me and sent me a message. And yes, I even do the silly emoticons with the hugs and kisses and nonsense. But if I were to tire of that I would have some serious concerns for my marriage.
The same is true with Jesus. To paraphrase of Lamentations 3:21-24, the love and mercy of God never gets old because he renews it every morning, and I’ll never tire of telling you about it.