Preach

I think I've found the most adorable preacher on the planet... After church on Sunday, Herode pulled out his children's storybook Bible, jumped onto the "stage" (picnic table), and began to preach.  He preached about how God made all the things, about how Jesus died on the cross, and about how He told his friends to go catch fish.  

Although some of his interpretation may have been a little off, since he was basically recalling details from devotions and "reading" the pictures of the storybook, Herode was demonstrating an inspirational heart of devotion to the story of God.  He stood up there and loudly declared what he knew to be true about his God.  

I'm reflecting on how rarely I use my voice to speak of God's goodness.  I sit quietly as life goes by and fail to praise my Creator and Savior.  When life is going well, I don't overflow with words of thankfulness, but rather smile and move forward without giving Him the glory He is due.  When life is hard, I use my voice to question and overflow with my warped understanding of who God is, instead of saying, "The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, blessed be the name of the Lord."  

As I sat in the sun listening to the meandering sermon of Herode, I was reminded of the power of a human voice.  How many times in history has one person started a great transformation by using their voice?  And so, I'm praying now for a voice to speak the praises of my God, a voice that looks into the every day mundane and ups and downs and declares the masterful, purposeful, loving, and redemptive work of Christ.  Basically, I'm praying to have a voice more like my funny little friend Herode.

Much love in Christ, Jessie :)