Ah, yesterday I had a good day. I spent about half the day working at Ingrid's on various church business and my sermon. When I got muddled down in my sermon prep, I left and came home and looked at some different resources. One book compelled me to look in another and then that in another and so on till my imagination was fired and I had an idea and then started working diligently on that.

My sermon on Sunday is based on the gospel text of the Samaritan woman at the well. In our newsletter I've promoted it this way:

“The water that I will give will become in them a spring of water gushing up to eternal life.” — John 4:14

The Spirit wells up within us, breaking forth into abundant life. How can we tap into that refreshing power? How can we find restoration and healing in these waters?

This Sunday we will worship “in spirit and truth,” as we explore the source of our spiritual energy, which will carry us through all the seasons of our lives.

As I was writing the sermon yesterday afternoon, I began to be filled with spiritual energy -- working on the sermon became a spiritual experience itself.

Filled with this positive energy, I headed to the gym for yoga class, which I have missed a lot this year due to health and schedule conflicts. It was a wonderful yoga session physically, but also spiritually this time. Tina, our instructor, was in a great mood (she's about to go to the Bahamas for two weeks) and was radiating positive energy. I was in a place of receiving and sharing such energy. And you could sense this spiritual connection as we went through our practice. I really felt the "namaste" as the end -- "may the light that is within me bless the light that is within you."

From the gym I drove to Shawnee, filled with the Spirit as I drove. I stopped briefly at Kelli's house to eat and catch a glimpse of my sleeping nephew before meeting up with some OBU students.

Like two years ago, once again there is a group of OBU students, many gay, with whom I am meeting to talk about faith, sexuality, life, etc. The conversation was wide-ranging, even getting into a discussion of how best to conduct international mission work. I loved the whole thing.

And so I came home to my partner, filled with warmth and love.