Being a woman causes difficulties in being a pastor, not only because many men think I should not be a pastor, but some women also. I suffer from loneliness for women colleagues -- especially in a small town, a pioneer where I did not want to be a pioneer. Yet I am called to be a pastor and the blessings far outweigh the difficulties: the blessings of ministering to those who are coming to birth in faith, the blessing of standing at the Lord's table offering grace that can be tasted, the blessing of sharing with people who honestly question their faith and themselves.
I am so happy to see you this morning. How are you? (children may respond)
Let's play a game I call “Lost and Found.” Okay? (children respond)
(presenter role plays) Uh, oh, I lost something for today's message. Hmm, I wonder where it could be. It's a box like this. (shows approximate dimensions) (instruct the children to look around the immediate area) (then presenter or child finds it)
Since the Fourth Sunday in Lent has been historically identified as Laetare (Rejoicing Sunday), it is most appropriate that the lessons collectively testify to a theme for which we can rejoice — God saves us by his grace!
In this familiar and well-loved story of the Prodigal Son, I often wonder what happened to the mother of the family. She's totally ignored. So are any daughters. It seems like a completely male stronghold. So much so that I wonder whether perhaps the mother had died some years previously, and that was the cause of much of the unhappiness displayed by both the father and the sons. Or whether the father was such a domineering character that his wife played no real part in family life, but simply bowed her head in compliance with all his wishes, no matter how extreme they were.