It's that time of year for many preachers, the dreaded season when we turn to the gospel looking for a message to encourage giving and find the widow's mite. The Stewardship committee is looking for a pep rally, but we have a text that reads one way superficially and quite another when you dig deeper.
I'm reading about the widow today, and more about Ruth, too, because I remain unsettled about the message needed tomorrow. (When in doubt, be a bluestocking.)
Where do you find yourselves, fellow preachers?
Fortunately, it's a quiet day here. The coffee is on, and tea is a possibility, too. When I take the dogs out, I'll pick up some donuts from our great local place; just wait 'til you taste the molasses glazed!