Today's sermon, When the Light Comes On, took awhile before it got here. I worked on it all week. Nothing. It had no life. I've learned to wait on ideas from God when the delivery doesn't seem obvious. So I waited.
By Friday I like to receive a signal it will live. No signal. Three attempts to work on the sermon yesterday did not please my soul. I could tell I didn't have anything for Sunday but notes; no life. Just notes. Dull, uninteresting, and uninspiring notes. Yet, I did know to wait on God. He would be there.
This morning it gradually began to click; first during the prayer time at 7:30 and then through class. I realized my teaching was backwards.
My intent was to encourage, from the Exodus text referring to Moses coming down from the mountain with face aglow after receiving the Ten Commandments, that we should turn the light of God on in our communities. It would not fly. However, this morning I realized I had it backwards. We don't turn the light on. God does. Moses didn't even know he was shining. We don't either.
Sermon delivered. Made a difference. Built faith. God came through one more time. While it was slow in getting here....it was on time.