As most of you know, the Narrative Lectionary is leading us through the Psalms this season after Pentecost. It’s been interesting for me to preach the Psalms-I don’t think I’ve ever spent any time preaching them-and reminds me, again and again, how much I love poetry. A few of you enjoyed the Billy Collins’ poem I shared on Sunday, so I thought I’d send it along?
Introduction to PoetryI ask them to take a poemand hold it up to the lightlike a color slideor press an ear against its hive.I say drop a mouse into a poemand watch him probe his way out,or walk inside the poem’s roomand feel the walls for a light switch.I want them to waterskiacross the surface of a poemwaving at the author’s name on the shore.But all they want to dois tie the poem to a chair with ropeand torture a confession out of it.They begin beating it with a hoseto find out what it really means.
This Sunday’s text is Psalm 69. Why not take a moment and read it before we gather for worship? It’s a lament, a passionate expression of grief or sorrow. Take a couple of minutes and wonder, “What in my life is lamentable now? When have I ever felt like this before?”
I’m looking forward to sharing worship with you this Sunday.
Also, mark your calendars for Thursday evenings in July. Pastor Darryl Aaron from First Baptist Church on Highland Avenue and I are cooking up a plan for a book group. We’ll meet with members of First Baptist and work together to renew this historic relationship.
I love being your pastor, and I love you all.