Just gotta' be honest with you.Every time I sit to down to write a sermon I break down.
I gotta' say that either this Jesus stuff is completely true, completely real and the most utterly important thing there ever was or we're all up (c)hits (s)reek.
I don't think we are, but I gotta say that the depths of pain and grief I feel these days are like weights on my soul.
And at the same time I can TASTE (actually TASTE) the goodness of our sweet Lord in ways that are utterly inexplicable to me. I feel like a crazy person.
I'm breaking down and being built up all at the same time over and all over again.
It's almost too much to take.
Kinda' like glory.
Kinda' like Ghost.
Kinda' like Possa' (ask Jess).
Kinda like hope.
Oh man, Oh man, gonna' NEED the Holy Spirit tomorrow, I can feel it and (if He comes) I know I'm gonna' probably end up screaming and doing an altar call.
I can feel it like a storm, like the barometer rising, like the tide swelling, the wind building, the rain pounding, like my sorrow swelling, His comfort welling.
Oh man.
T
