Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep little Christian...
|Hebrews 12 Relay Race|
The adage of preaching goes like this: We don't preach to inform, we preach to transform. Of course, transformation is not accidental or incidental. Transformation comes at the heels of information, like a well-executed pass of the baton.
|Sheldon for Moses Skit|
Information precedes transformation, but not all information is transformational. Truth that is trusted and applied is transformative. The rest is mental storage--counted sheep and dinner party fun facts. Transformational truth disrupts and constructs. It puts myths and lies on the chopping block and lets the axe fall (disruption). It opens doors and sets us free (construction). It calls people to action (application).
The preacher must not confined himself to a lectern and alliterated outline when telling the truth. He may wander past the pulpit and place his hand on a sleepy shoulder. He may pace the room, take a seat, flicker the lights, ad lib, erupt in song, or quit early (rarely an option). To guard the sermon from becoming passive and passe, the preacher must incite participation. He must excite souls.
Sadly, my recent snapshot of the room shows more HESS than Excess of Excitement on Sundays (EES). My captive audience seems comatose. It might be the weather. It might be long work weeks and short weekends. It might be heavy burdens and oppressive sin.
Or it might be the preacher. I default to information-overload. My baton transfer needs work.