Pulpit

FBBC got a new pulpit, and it's pretty neato...etched glass, nice and shiny and in the style of the new building. The old pulpit is now in the cove, which is our little chapel room. Just like the old building, I didn't realize my emotional attachment to the object until it was gone. That was Pastor's pulpit! I'll get over that, too. :)

Anyways, I had opportunity to speak to a group of women from that old pulpit...I walked into the cove early that morning and eyeballed it. I thought about the principles I have learned from the teachings of men speaking from that pulpit...I thought of the great men of God who have stood there and spoken words that only the Holy Spirit could have given them. I walked behind it and saw on the base the scuff marks of those who preached from it often...The spot where their feet must have brushed it over and over again.

We've all got a pulpit, in one form or another. Some of us are parents and we feel like we're constantly preaching. Many of us, whether we know it or not, are being watched...Someone respects you or tries to be like you or thinks you're "pretty cool", and you've got the pulpit! I never really considered that every day of my life I am teaching someone how to live. If I encourage someone, reject someone, embrace someone, teach someone, love someone, ignore someone, and on and on...Whoever is the object of those actions, I am affecting them in one way or another. I take the Pastor's pulpit so seriously...But I can be unprepared and falling apart at my own "pulpit" and that's just A-OK!!! Not really. I guess before I open my mouth I might want to consider the state of my heart.