No one cares about the sermon title
I’m preaching this weekend. Since our lead pastor left, I’ve had some extra opportunities to speak. I’m thrilled because I love getting up and yacking behind the pulpit.
I love taking a biblical text and wrestling with it until one of us has come away mastered by the other. Usually I’m gripped by a new take on something familiar. Sometimes I read something I’ve never thought through fully. Then I’m forced to go deep–thinking and praying through the rest of the scriptures where similar things are written or alluded to.
Throughout the process I roll through my mind’s memory rolodex. I look for something that could help the text live. This can be one of my favorite parts of the whole process. It can also be the most agonizing, especially when I can’t think of a strong illustration for an important point.
One of the last parts of sermon prep is coming up with a title. Sometimes it comes, sometimes it doesn’t. The hardest part for a non-committal-kind-of-guy is getting the title to the church’s administrator by Thursday. That’s today. I didn’t make it.
My wife said, “no one cares about the title.” She just said that cause she loves me.
Whether she’s right or not, It made me feel better.
