Wednesday, September 08, 2010
The Joy of Suffering—den Boer
I had volunteered to preach on the Sunday most of the men including the pastor were at Sauble Beach on a retreat weekend which consequently meant a women’s day at the church.
How difficult could it be? You pray. The Lord gives you a subject. You research. You arrange a sermon. You practise. You rearrange your sermon. You research some more. You practise. You pray.
You gather some props. You ask other people to pray. You go to church. You preach. After the sermon the congregation is invited to share their related stories. They do. They are women, after all. Everything clicks. You feel joy even though you preached on suffering for Christ.
Then you get the recording of your sermon which you take home and stuff it into a bookshelf promising yourself you will listen to it, sometime when you are up to discovering how you sound.
Then your husband—who comes home smiling and limping from the muscle he pulled while scoring a touch-down during touch football at the weekend retreat—wants to hear the recording. You give him the CD which he will listen to in the car on the way to a distant client. You ask him to make sure he gives you honest feedback. Then you wait.
When he comes home, he says he is very disappointed. The recording doesn’t go beyond track one. He hears you being introduced. Then he hears you say, “Consider it all joy.” The rest of the CD is blank.
You consider this all joy.
Meanwhile the pastor has been receiving great feedback and asks you to consider preaching again, sometime.
There is joy in this too.
Then you remember what you preached.
Jesus said, “Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me. Rejoice and be glad because great is your reward in heaven” (Matthew 5:11,12a).
I want that kind of joy. God help me.
Marian den Boer
The term reframing can be defined as putting a picture in a new frame. What if that picture is an event or circumstance in our...
I love that my writing and publishing business is busy. I love to learn. I love that I have a home office and can take courses at home or...
Who doesn’t love it when they call someone on the phone and that person answers? Or call for help and have someone come to aid in person? A...
Last week I had coffee with a friend, and when we stood to leave she apologized for the pants she was wearing. “I wear these ...
In his time, William Shakespeare, poet and playright, knew a thing or two about the stage, but his work covered many areas of life. Biog...
My first post of the current year in January was a modified edition of my newspaper column article of the same week, titled "The Milli...
“The Oscar for best Original Score goes to..” “The best Original Song goes to....” “The best Cinematography goes to... “ “The...
I just wanted an ordinary, simple life. May 2/17. Trees bare from winter. My gaze falls on the grove of trees that fringes the nort...
I looked at the long line up of people. The room held the fragrance of an assortment of freshly cut flowers. Most of them were arranged in v...
“I’m going to build a raft, and then I can float it across the lake.” My ten-year-old grandson Austin’s face brimmed with excitement ...