There was a time, when I was small, that Sundays carried the promise of a journey. At my parents’ word, we would tumble into the car—hair tousled, hearts light—and set out along country roads that bent like question marks toward unknown places. Sometimes we found ourselves barefoot in the deep green moss, hunting for the shy blooms of trillium; other times, we stood at the shore of the great lake, gathering stones worn smooth by water older than memory.
We never plotted the route. We simply trusted that each turn was its own blessing, that the path would always lead us—by grace—to where we were meant to be.
I craft a sermon much the same way: following the Spirit’s urging down backroads of scripture and into unmarked terrain of the human heart, arriving—sometimes surprised, always grateful—exactly where God intends.
I invite you to join me on these journeys of faith—whether through a familiar gospel lane or a winding road lined with questions. Together, we will listen for God’s whispers, notice His fingerprints on the world around us, and discover grace waiting at every bend.
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