A question hangs in the air before the prayer, before the sermon, before the deep breath to begin, before I pour out scholarship and soul. I’m holding my sermon, the written result of God’s Spirit and my vulnerability. I wonder if the congregation gathered in this cavernous sanctuary will hear my words or just the reverberating echoes of what they were hoping to hear. I have given the best of my energy, intelligence, imagination, and love;...
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An empty church in Hiers-Brouage, France. (Andia/Universal Images Group via Getty Images)
