I probably wouldn't mention this, but the very nice folks at University Baptist Church of Austin asked if I would. I'll be preaching at UBC this Sunday, the final preacher in their Centennial Festival of Preaching. This is a church I am humbled to join for worship. This is why. If you are in town and want to stop by and say hello after church, that would be cool too.

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I preached a sermon this morning — one in a long line of sermons stretching back to 1992. I've preached so many sermons by now that I find it almost impossible to remember any particular one. Right now, on a Sunday night, I don't want to remember any of them. The discipline of Sunday night is forgetting.

It's strange, but while I can't remember my sermons, I do remember preaching them. And if I close my eyes, I can see myself laboring away at the work of it...

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I saw my father preach the other day. His hair is now white, and the skin on his face has loosened with age, but this is the same man whose face I saw above the pulpit throughout my childhood. He stood like a captain in the bow of the ship that he loves, confident that the vessel would rise and fall with his voice and break the waves of human need as it sailed to the promised land.

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