The Meaning in the Making

Let me take you back to my dreaded homiletics class in seminary.

I was in my third year, and I had improved by leaps and bounds in my ability to communicate in public. In fact, I started to build a reputation outside of the seminary and found myself invited to different churches in the region on most weekends to appear as a guest speaker. I began to feel like the ecclesiastical version of a rock star, which is as sad as it sounds but at the time it felt great.

A couple of years in, those homiletics classes weren’t actually that “dreaded” anymore. In fact, I looked forward to them because the criticism of my first year had by now been replaced with regular compliments in my third year.

On the particular day in question, I walked in with a message ...