Holy Week
Yesterday, I received a call from a friend who wanted to see if we could get together this week. At the beginning of our conversation, I told him how busy this week was so I knew he would understand if I had to decline an invite. “You see,” I said, “This is Holy Week! Holy Week is a pretty big week.” To which he replied, “Yea, I know what Holy Week is. I’m not a Scientologist.” He stated, “I am sure that means you have a least three services which means at least three bulletins, you will read most of the Bible out loud and have more sermons to preach than Billy Graham. In addition, one morning you begin worship so early the chickens holler at you to ‘Hold it down!’ Oh, and don’t let me forget about an Easter Egg Hunt too.” I sat back and listened and then he said, “Knowing you are an intelligent guy, my real question is, why didn’t you wait until after Easter to come out of retirement? You could have slid in there and cruised until Labor Day!” “Good point,” I answered, “I’d love to talk but I must figure out exactly what I am going to pontificate. Later.”
My friend was correct; I certainly could have come up with an excuse to start my new position on May 1. A good excuse could have been that I was playing in The Masters or I had delayed the tummy-tuck long enough. But once we made the decision we were coming to this Holy Land, we were coming ASAP. There was absolutely no way I was going to miss Holy Week. It is a lot. However, I would not miss celebrating with you the greatest part of The Greatest Story Ever Told. I am asked if there is pressure to preach a good sermon on Easter. No, all I really need to do is proclaim boldly, HE IS RISEN, HE IS RISEN INDEED! Though I will warn you, the sermon will be longer than seven words!
Have Fun, David
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