Rhythm

Tomorrow I preach for All Saints, officially transferred to this Sunday.  Four services.  One time the sermon will be translated into Spanish.  I have never done that dance before.  Unlike my times as a solo pastor, during which I most often preached every week, it has been a long time now since I have put together a sermon.  There is a rhythm to sermons.  The first sermon I ever gave was during field education in 1981.  It was on All Saints.  Today, as so many times before, I put the sermon together on a Saturday morning, this time after weeks of thoughts and possibilities.  There is a rhythm to such things, as there is a rhythm to all things.

There is a rhythm

To sermons:

The preparation

The giving.

There is a rhythm

Not unlike the poem

But still

Not exactly the same.

There is a rhythm

To everything we do

Whatever we do

Wherever we are.

There is a rhythm

To all that we do

And say,

Even,

Dare I say it,

A heartbeat

Underneath it all.

The glorious company

Of saints

Living and dead

Stand with us

And sway

In time.