Always be ready to make your defense to anyone who demands from you an accounting for the hope that is in you. (1 Peter 3: 15)
… Yet do it with courtesy and respect (v. 16).
We had a guest pastor last Sunday, Jay. It was an interesting sermon, in that he and his wife have been taking prophet lessons. Being a prophet, for them, is roughly what I imagine being mindful means for a Buddhist, or following the guidance of the inner light means for Quakers–except that they were seeking leading for other people. One thing that I very much appreciated was how they were very modest about what they were about, always willing to be wrong as they talked with people (this has not always been my experience with other self-named prophets) but still they did not cloak what they were about.
They made me want to be more present with the people I was with during the week, paying attention to the possibilities God might be bringing. This week has been spent focusing on my father (who seems to be recovering now), and failing to focus (except in bad ways, perhaps) on others around me. All I can say is it’s very hard to do.
Jesus, and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of Thee?
Ashamed of Thee whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days.
Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon
Let midnight be ashamed of noon;
‘Tis midnight with my soul till He,
Bright morning star, bids darkness flee.
Ashamed of Jesus, sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O’er this benighted soul of mine.