Jenny and I spent the afternoon and early evening at a sold out show in the Varsity Theater in Dinkytown. We are nerds. We ordered tickets a couple of weeks ago, and showed up over an hour before the show starts to wait in line for seats. To hear a sermon. An hour and a half long sermon. Most people can't stand the 20-30 minute sermon at church, and Jenny and I pay money to spend our day that way.
Hour and a half sermons have never seemed so short to me. If I could have it my way, I'd probably teach for an hour or so every time I wrote a sermon. There is always so much to say, and so little time.
We went to hear Rob Bell speak. He is on his "everything is spiritual" tour sponsored by Zondervan, where he is going town to town, in a bus, like a rockstar, to preach a sermon. The only thing on stage with him is a 20 foot or so wide whiteboard, which he uses to put his "notes" on the board behind him while he talks. You can tell he's done it before.
His thoughts on "flatland" were the best part of his sermon, and I'd love to talk to you about it, and his ideas (rooted in experience and scripture) about how we are living in our own "flatland."
On a personal note, I'm temporarily unemployed now. Yesterday was my last day at the church, and tomorrow starts my "time away" (likely 3 or 4 Sundays) from that church before Jenny and I return to attending there. We are going to Jenny's old church tomorrow, and I specifically will enjoy playing no role in the service, not waking up for Sunday School, and feeling zero obligation to any congregation member, outside of normal (read Biblical) Christian love.
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