Fire in my Bones

“If I say, ‘I will not mention him, or speak any more in his name,’ there is in my heart as it were a burning fire shut up in my bones, and I am weary with holding it in, and I cannot.”

-Jeremiah 20:9

I am a currently a preacher without a pulpit.  A shepherd with no sheep.  And I feel it.  I feel that lack.  How do I explain it?  I’ll use a metaphor that God Himself uses.  He is the potter, and we are the clay.  And for me, he made me a certain way.  He gifted me with a love for people.  He gifted me with a love for His word.  And for a season that gifting was exercised through a local church in Waterford, MI.  But that has come to an end.  So, what now?

I am tempted to think that my current exile is akin to being put on a shelf.  But that is not true.  What happens next may look different.  The road ahead may look very different than the road behind.  But whatever I do and wherever I end up, I will love truly those who stand before me, and am always ready to give an answer for the hope that lies within.

As for holding the message in… well, I have decided not to do that.  The last season ended in the midst of a thought.  We were walking through the Ten Commandments, and as God spoke from the mountain to His people, so we were coming close and listening to the smoke and the fire.  We were three commandments in.  And it is out there, like a dangling participle, waiting to be resolved.  So, here is the announcement.  Beginning this week, I am going to finish that series.  I will post up the next sermon every Sunday beginning on August 9th.  I can promise no more than that, for I know not what happens next.  I will finish this.  I cannot hold it in.  It is a fire in my bones. 

Next up: Commandment #4 - Rest