I am struck this morning by the images we have in the Revised Common Lectionary. Some scattered thoughts for a wintry Tuesday:
The people standing outside listening to Ezra reading to them from the law, worshipping God with their heads pressed to the ground, as found in Nehemiah.
How daunting it is sometimes for me to read to the congregation, and then to preach. What if my words are not the right words?
“The heavens are telling the glory of God”
I have seen some beautiful sunsets/sunrises this winter, even in the midst of the strange weather. They always make me think of this Psalm.
Paul’s various discussion of body parts–that wonderful passage that is so descriptive of the work of the church.
I knew someone once who did ministry with the aged crowd at a larger church. She used to tell me about how the members would launch into what she called “the organ recital”, complaining about knees, back, kidneys, heart, etc. when she visited them in their homes. I still smile when I think of that.
Jesus reading in the synagogue and declaring himself the fulfillment of the hope expressed in Isaiah.
What was it like for Jesus to read those familiar words, then turn to the crowd and say “Yep, That’s me. That hope you’re waiting for? Me. Jospeh and Mary’s kid.”
Those are my scattered thoughts. What are yours?