Watching her eyes, in worship as she preached from her heart, not merely from the words she crafted oh so carefully; watching her watch the congregation, read their mood their reaction to the hope, the exhortation the call in the words she was given urged to speak by our loving God hearing the rush of adrenaline in her rising voice, impassioned pleas from deep within her soul, grounded in the scripture, in a life of reading, gleaning, sucking the marrow from the old, old stories, the lives of our forebears, the saints before us woven all together, a tapestry of power, of authority, empathy, grounded in love, in hope, in faith as she stirs the congregation from its slumber
December 14, 2006 21:28 about my wife preaching this summer at the 8:00am services at our church