I'm just a few minutes from teaching class on Wednesday night, and no matter how much I prepare, or pray, or pace...I still get nervous. Maybe it's the sign on my bookshelf that says, "Preach today as if this were your first sermon, last sermon, and ONLY sermon." Maybe it's the jitters that I left something out of the text that I could've done more with, or that if I left something out, and that something could be the difference between sparking a spiritual fire in someone's life, or throwing water on the coals. Sometimes my mind is racing so hard that it literally pounds my heart through my temples! Is this a good and delicious type of anxiety (the kind that keeps you alert and watchful), or is it detrimental (keeping me from seeing the forest for the trees)?
I've found myself, lately, losing the balance between teaching...and getting to know the people I'm teaching. I spend so much time trying to extract every bit of biblical nourishment from the text during the day or week, that I feel like I'm losing some of the relational blessing when I'm around the brethren. It's almost like I can't relax anymore. My mind is going from one place to another. I miss just sitting down...and letting the Word absorb into your mind, slowly, like a sponge that's slowly dipped into the bucket you wash your car in. Just relax, Josh.
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