You Make Us More Than We Are

Not sure about anyone else. But, since this is a personal blog, believe it’s okay to share personal impressions.

I had to smile…and maybe even a quiet laugh [yep, I’m able for that] when someone invited me to apply for another interim position in the Austin Area. They said, “The Search Committee will need a copy of your sermon.”

I was quiet. [Yep, that can happen, too.]

“Mark, did you hear me?”

Close to a whisper, “Sorry. But I haven’t had a sermon manuscript since 1997 when I began conference ministry. Preached in a different church each Sunday. And no, no need to ask, I never preached the same sermon each Sunday.” [I could have launched some self-justification for no manuscript by intoning, “Besides, sermons are better heard than read.” Didn’t.]

“But. Haven’t you done a number of interims in local congregations, serving them either 6 months or a year?”

“Yes, but never felt the need for a manuscript. Just focused mentally and spiritually and let it fly.”

More of the reflection:

Am hearing from personal friends and church members [and quite often, truthfully, that is redundant!] who have been clobbered by flooded waters literally wiping them out…at least all their belongings. The sadness is flooded by the tragic. Prayers are helpful. But. Somehow connecting in other ways makes more importance. At least in my mind and heart. My fishing waders are ready. Will do some checking, particularly with dear, dear San Marcos families. So tough when the tragic floods.

And to that, in this Friday mind-push, is a line I heard last week in church. The pastor welcomed people and then said, “You make us more than we are.”

Ah. Wrote her my gratitude. Because I knew her words did not focus upon numbers. Rather, meant that as persons when others join us, we ARE better.

More than an academic concept…much more. To which end, take a moment or two and share with someone, who when with you, makes you more. Okay?

About Mark H Miller

Diane and I live in Leander, Texas. This past June 17, 2015 I celebrated the 49th anniversary of my ordination. We returned to Texas after three years in Washington, during which I served as interim minister in Bellevue/Eastgate and Mercer Island. Am planning to begin a 5th novel that will have my protagonist, Tricia Gleason, serve a year in licensed ministry in Snoqualmie, Washington. The novel, "The Lemon Drop Didn't Melt," will find Tricia wrestling with ministry challenges. None of which more daunting than someone wanting her breathing to stop. All the published novels are available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle under Mark Henry Miller. A primary goal in our return to Texas is to make sure grandchildren get lots of attention--here and in Chicago and Washington, D.C. Traveling is definitely an activity that will not slow down. With that, of course, fishing will happen. To that the t-shirt is apt, "I fish; therefore I am." In addition to novels, the book of Blogs, "Voice Of My Heart," is also available on Amazon.
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