I’ve read the lessons for Sunday three times this morning. I tell you this not so you’ll think I’m Super-Bible-Man, but as a confession that I can’t, for the life of me, find something to write about today. My sermon came crashing in on me yesterday morning in the last minute frenzy of getting kids off to school. I came to the office, I wrote it and the blog post that flowed out of it, and now today, I’m left wondering, what else is there to say?
As I considered what it meant that my well had run dry, I remembered the now eleven years of blogging that I’ve done. That’s almost four full Lectionary cycles of blog posts on lessons that I read again and again and again. Sometimes, the thoughts come easily. Other times, I have to work at it. There are even a few times when I work at it and the resulting post is nothing but a rambling mess (see also, Tuesday’s post). What gives me the chance to write on these lessons again and again is that I always manage to see them with a different set of lenses. Each time I approach the scriptures, I do so as a different person. Something has changed in my life, even if it is only the date on the calendar, and a story that I’ve read a hundred times is brand new again. The Bible is, as the author of the Letter to the Hebrews says, “living and active” in that way.
I realized this morning that my lens hasn’t changed much this week. Sometimes, weeks are like that, I suppose. Sometimes, we need to spend some extra time thinking on things we haven’t considered deeply before. I’ve been privileged not to have to think much about racism and white-supremacy before, but this week, it is where the Spirit has called me to focus.
The lens will change in time. It always does. God does not allow us to stay in one place very long, but instead invites us to open the scriptures in a new and exciting way. So, like Nick Cage in National Treasure, today I’m using this set of lenses to see what I need to see, and maybe tomorrow, I’ll flip down another.