A Challenge to Preachers of the Word: ‘Make it plain.’
This week’s thought comes to us from Zack Eswine.
From a poem called “Church Sunday” by Kathleen Hawkins.
Then comes the sermon. If perchance it be
Plain talk to help plain people on their way
They listen: but too deep theology,
Or city rhetoric, sets their thoughts astray.
Eyes that were opened when the dawn-light spread
To rouse a busy folk to work again,
Gaze drowsily to where the sumach’s red
Flares ‘gainst the blue beyond the window pane;
Gaze-and then close; and maybe heads will nod,
Children and old folk sink into a doze,
Till friends or kindred with a vigorous prod
Signal that sermon time has reached its close.
Consider then the Apostle Paul’s request: “At the same time, pray also for us, that God may open to us a door for the word, to declare the mystery of Christ, on account of which I am in prison-that I may make it clear, which is how I ought to speak.” (Colossians 4:3-4)
Poem from Kathleen Hawkins, “Church Sunday” in Spirit in a Strange Land: A Selection of New Zealand Spiritual Verse (Random House New Zealand, 2002), 37.