Today's sermon: A Sermon About Nothing

Midnight. And all’s quiet in Blogville. I’m all alone this evening. Can’t sleep. And there’s nothing much to do. So I’ve just been pointing & clicking aimlessly. Going here and then there.. and somehow ending up here.. At the Third Church. Believe me I wouldn’t have stopped here if I’d known it was a church. But I wasn’t paying attention. I just saw the mimosa pancake breakfast ad and the quote by Kate Hepburn and thought I’d just snoop around a bit!!
Hmmm.. so.. ok.. apparently I’m here all alone. I mean most peeps are either out having a good time or asleep and dreaming.. And the mimosa breakfast is still hours and hours away!
So why the hell am I still here?
And then I see it. A hand scribbled note taped to a shoe box. It read: “our server is down. We’ve lost this weeks sermon. If you can read this then you have been chosen. Preach to us. Leave your sermon in this box. And bless you! – Sister Jomama”
Me? Chosen? By whom? God? Impossible.. we had a falling out years ago. Around the time I realized there was no Santa or Tooth Fairy. When I realized that grownups were playing me for a chump. Yep..I was pretty young when I lost faith.. when I pretty much stopped believing in anything that I couldn’t see or touch.
So what kinda crazy entity or deity would choose me to proselytize?
Could it be something evil?. Could it be that something wicked this way comes? *looks around* Nope.. I’m still the only one here. Surely I haven’t been chosen to promote evil wickedness. I mean I’m not a politician or a death metal musician (besides.. I don’t think any musical genre is really evil. Though Yanni & John Tesh come awfully close!)
And so here I am at the summation of my sermon and I still don’t have a topic. Nor do I know why I was given this task or by whom.
Perhaps the calling wasn’t from a spiritual deity but a modern-day icon?
And perhaps a sermon about nothing at all actually says it all ?




 

the word was delivered at:
¶ 4:10 AM