Month: September 2018

The dangers of being an experienced preacher

One of the great gifts that teaching at seminary gave me, was that I was forced to say out loud, in a copyable manner, the route I take from text to sermon.  In fine detail. It forced me to become conscious of what I knew and did.

Overblowing the last trumpet? Verdi’s Requiem terrifies – and why not?

Why shouldn’t we be in dread of the Last Trumpet? Won’t we leap to our feet, heart in mouth, when we hear it? Shouldn’t we tremble in death’s presence, and thrill at its defeat? Shouldn’t we preachers use all our skill too, to help people see God’s awesome glory?

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