Preaching is agonizing. Giving birth to a sermon is a regular pain. The effect is felt in our emotional, spiritual, mental and physical selves. Rarely does a sermon fall together with ease, get delivered with nothing but joy and result in tangible spiritual fruit for all. Typically the preaching experience is unlike any other. It hurts. It raises huge question marks on a regular rhythm. It takes something out of you that leaves you vulnerable and broken. You can shrug off a bad round of golf, or a poor session at the gym before your peers, or even am uncomfortable evening of hospitality that didn’t quite go to plan. But a sermon is different. You don’t shrug it off. Even a good one leaves lingering doubts, feelings of failure and the gentle scars of sermonic ministry.
These things can be discouraging. The interrupted preparation. The blind side critique. The barbed feedback. The polite feedback. The excessive hand-shaking response coupled with the pathetic life response. It can all be discouraging, but let it encourage you today. If it was easy, if there were no struggles, no emotions, no sense of inner turmoil and personal agony, then perhaps it would be nothing more than a hobby, a personal venture. Preaching the Word of God is a spiritual battle of the first order. Just like evangelism. Just like missions. It’s not meant to be easy. It’s meant to be real. Let the agony reassure you. It’s real. God is real. So is the enemy. So is the battle. So will be the lasting fruit wrought through it all.