Interrupting thoughts on funerals I am glad to report that I preached my first sermon this year last Sunday. Yes, it's been a lean year for preaching. Carol has agreed to monitor my levels of competence as I shuffle through my late 70-s. She deemed it acceptable though, because it was Trinity Sunday and doctrinally somewhat heavy, she said she would have liked more illustrations.
Interestingly, my son saw me preach on zoom. Before I began I greeted everyone on zoom by a wave which pleased him as a personal gesture. He commented on the way I had preached on the Acts 2 sermon and brought out the power of God the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. But he said he could remember one of the illustrations and picture it. On our back lawn, worn in places by the boys playing football, the verges were full of tall grass, brambles, weeds. Our contribution to wilding. I found a deflated football flat in the weeds. To my astonishment a little further on I found another. Even more astounded I found a third. I cleaned them up, stuck them in a bag and was ready for the Pentecost Children's talk.
As I pulled them one out of the bag one-by-one and dropped them splat on the floor the point became obvious that they needed air. Filled with air they would have bounce and purpose again. This led to connecting with one aspect of the Holy Spirit is that he is the breath of God. But the point of my illustration was that we needed to see the fuller picture that Jesus gave in John 16 of the Counsellor being being sent once Jesus was ascended as God to work everywhere, all the time just like Jesus.
Oh, how difficult Trinity Sunday can be! But understanding more of who God is shouldn't be easy! Worshipping him should! Someone said to me afterwards that most Christian heresies have come from people oversimplifying God. Anyway, I passed Carol's test to be able to preach again.