By which I mean not that you are preaching in the eleventh hour, but rather that you are preparing your sermon at the eleventh hour.
As is typical for me, I am writing this post at an hour which is early to some but late to me, before I go to bed. I'm going apple-picking in the morning with some other clergy; anyone care for a bushel or two? By some miracle, I am done writing my sermon for this week, but I'm sure it will be significantly tweaked throughout the day, not to mention in the pulpit. I'm talking about *Jaws music plays in the background* suffering and evil.
For those of you who didn't have a sudden rush of inspiration on Friday afternoon, I leave a table set with plenty of coffee and warm apple cider donuts. It's fall, so apple cider donuts are an absoulute necessity. Bring your mugs, bring your goodies, bring your ideas, and bring your obstacles. Bring your dogs, literal or metaphorical, mangy or sleek and shiny. Pull up a chair, and make yourselves at home. We're all in this together - even those of us who, completely out of character, finished our sermons on Friday this week. Party on, preachers. I'll be back later with apples, and probably more donuts as well.