I’m sitting in my office, wondering if I should change into a new dress or not before tonight. This one is already kind of sweaty.
First of all, we’ve had a humidity index taking us to 104 for the past few days but, also, I give a talk tonight, and to say that I’m a little nervous is accurate. Hence sweaty.
So, I’m going to type words about this for the next eight minutes, and then move on, because life is fast-paced these days.
I’m giving a talk tonight. It’s for “Theology on Tap,” which is a format where young adults gather at a local restaurant/ bar of some kind, eat/ drink/ be merry, and then listen to a talk about theology. Usually there are, shucks, fifty? Maybe more maybe less depending on the day?
And I’m giving the talk tonight.
Am I a theologian?
I am not.
But I am an artist and a performer and a story-teller and I happen to just really love Jesus even though sometimes this walk of faith is dang hard…but, sometimes it’s really, unbelievably awesome too, isn’t it?
And I’m going to be talking about that tonight. My official title is “Joy in Discipleship,” officially. So I have some games, some stickers, some songs, some art. But the talk is probably 66% talking about suffering, too. Because I don’t really know how to separate the two. They go together. The juxtaposition highlights each.
Pray for me.
And for the people who are coming tonight.
That process is a strange and mystical one, isn’t it? Who knows how they hear about this talk, what prompts them to come, what message they need to hear? I don’t know. I have no idea. But I’ve been praying for them for a long time, now. And I still am.
Theology on Tap tonight, Detroit.
7:30 p.m. it goes down.
Pray for me.