Just out of seminary, I was a little apprehensive about stepping into my call as solo pastor. To be perfectly honest, I was terrified. My biggest fear centered on my ability (or lack thereof!) to preach every week. I tend to be a decent writer, and I did well with my preaching in seminary, but the writing process had always been a painful one for me. My tendencies toward perpetual procrastination and perfectionism would collide to form a mental block whenever I sat down at the computer. I felt an obligation to write THE sermon: biblically grounded, solid scholarship, humorous, interesting for all age groups, practical, and, of course, awe-inspiring. This was the Word of God after all–not to be taken lightly!
Three months into my ministry I was still fighting this weekly battle. Saturday nights were torture. Sunday mornings were anxious. Sunday afternoons were naptime. Perhaps it was no coincidence that everything changed on Epiphany.