I wanted to drop another post in the post-box. Not that I have time to be doing this, but…
In working on my exposition (sermon) this week, I have wrestled with Colossians 1:24-2:5. It has been exactly that… a laborious, agonizing prep time. Some weeks are like this. I am thankful for the struggle, especially when the text from which I am preaching is about the struggle! Agonizing to get the fulness of the Word right so as to present people mature in Christ! So… this week, as I was exposed to the Word – then exposed to myself – then to the gospel for myself… I got a bit poetic. This never happens. I am a prose guy who writes with two many fragments and not sentences. Really. Oh, and I don’t know how to write poetry. Apparently there are no rules to it (sentence fragment duly noted).
Here you go – from Colossians 1:24-2:5
the Word is the mystery
the mystery is Christ
(and yet there is more)
Christ is the hope of glory
in you.
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in the Word I rejoice
for the mystery I struggle
(yet I wish I did more)
Still this is my stewardship
for you.
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to complete what is lacking, seriously… lacking?
to rejoice in suffering, seriously … suffering?
(I need to know more)
this is a mystery
to me.