I'm in the midst of a three-week stretch of no preaching.
It's so weird!!!
As a solo pastor, both settled and interim, I've gotten into the groove, the habit, the lifestyle, the practice of thinking towards a sermon every week. When I took my new position as an Interim Associate Pastor, I knew it came with a different kind of preaching schedule, and although because of the two jobs and vacations it will be late August before it really happens, this span of three weeks provides a foretaste of consecutive non-preaching. Last week my colleague preached while I worked with the Sunday School; this week and next, the two churches have their respective Youth Sundays, in which I am involved, but not preaching.
So, it's Saturday night. Snowman and Light Princess are out at a contra dance with their dad, and until I go to pick them up later, I'm on my own. I've cooked pasta salad and baked a cake for tomorrow's church picnic. I'm probably going to knit and watch a movie. I wrote the material for tomorrow's service based on the Genesis 1 Creation story about a month ago, so I didn't even *think* about this week's lectionary. And I really have nothing else to prepare for the morning.
It's so weird!!!
On the other hand, this week I did a lot of writing. I've said for a long time that writing is my spiritual practice, but I must also admit it's my vocation, pointing toward the work of preaching as much as toward a deeper life. It was interesting to be writing about other aspects of life and ministry without "holding back" some story or thought for the sermon.
I wrote spontaneously. And it felt good.
I don't know what the coming year will bring to my writing, but I like this start.