Watch it! Sunday is sneaking around hiding in Saturday's shadows. When you wake up in a few fleeting hours "It" will be here. You preachers and teachers know what "It" means. You needed another 40 minutes on the alarm and another brain for sermon and class preparation.
I cannot count the number of times I have suffered from "Sunday-Got-Here Sickness". I knew it would....and it did....again! You know that sick feeling you have in that you love God and you love the church and when they get done hearing your frail communication that morning they are going to spew the lukewarmness you, yourself, feared they would hear. It's a terrible feeling and those who stand behind pulpits know full well what I mean.
The cure? Trust God. While delivery is your responsibility the power is in the Word. Give them the Word and let them hear from God. Point them to the power of the Gospel. It rises to great heights as a spewing fountain. Good ears love to take in the message of the hope of Jesus. Good ears never tire of listening to His profound and undeniable truth. Lead them to feed upon the bread of abundance believing your talk to be pretty lame (like in a few loaves and fish); yet, mighty in potent inspiration because of the Majesty's touch.
"Feed them yourself", Jesus goaded the disciples. And we know the rest of the story. They had leftovers; there was so much when working with so little. God has great things in store for His people Sunday morning if you and I will but trust His magic hand. May our frail effort prove to stun those listeners on the hillside. May they arise to real, authentic life because they were fed well....even by those of us who dreaded the moment as we felt such lack; especially as Sunday came sneaking.