Today was “Decoration Sunday” at the little country Methodist church where my mother and father are buried. I went, as I always do, to take part in the music program (yes, I went to the vigil Mass yesterday evening to cover my obligation).
The new pastor there is a young man, perhaps in his upper 20s. Rather than preach a sermon geared to the special occasion, he chose to continue with the next message in his series on the nature of God, specifically, on the aseity of God (look it up if you don’t know what it means).
I was amazed. Take away the down-home preaching style, and the rural Alabama way of speaking, and most of what he said could have come from the mouths or the pens of the 2nd- and 3rd-century Catholic theologians that I’ve been reading recently. He may have not realized it, but he was really making this convert enjoy himself