Well God, I’m awfully glad you are in control. Because the anticipation of giving a homily is terrifying me. Fr. Swan keeps mentioning “picking a Sunday.”. And each time I feel green to the gills.
Some self examination is due. I am a regular public speaker even impromptu. I am on stage 6-10 times a year in rivulets characters in community theatre shows. I have worn a fur bikini in front of an audience. So why oh why am I so daunted by this task. This regular task of ministers everywhere?
In all its recognition that I am inadequate to the task, and lack of acceptance that He is completely adequate. As my dear confessor tells me, I have control issues.
Last Sunday, I was speaking at a church in Paris, IL for work. The lectionary was colossians 2. And Luke’s teach us to pray. Both of which are about giving up control and trusting his plan.
I wonder if I’ll battle this issue for the rest of my life. Is it odd to hope so? I hope I’m always a bit daunted and awed by the idea of giving a homily. If I give one where I’m not, perhaps I’ll retire.