I’m absolutely terrified.
We were all sitting around hours after our small group had ended, eagerly discussing one modern issue after another.
Abortion. Gay marriage. Illegal immigration.
The role of the church in all of the above.
Sarah Palin. Ron Brown. Random Irish pastors.
Somehow someone mentioned that Passover was on Good Friday this year.
I said we should do a Seder.
Pastor Justin jumped in: “Have you ever been to one of those?”
My sister looked at me, and now it was her turn to tell my stories.
“Rebekah’s pretty into that–she’s even written her own Haggadah.”
“It’s pretty much one of the greatest passions of my life,” I confessed. (I might have been slightly overstating it–but not much.)
And then he made an offer.
Show him what I’ve got. We could do something with it. The whole church. It’d be cool.
Justin was getting excited.
I was feeling reticent.
When push comes to shove, it’s hard to commit to something I might fail at.
I might have sloppy exegesis. I might misunderstand the Jewish customs. I might obscure the truth instead of unveiling it. I might bore people instead of inciting them to worship.
I might be insufficient to the task.
When push comes to shove, it’s the same old story.
Is this about me or is it about God’s glory?
“Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.”
~2 Corinthians 12:9