![]() ![]() ![]() And by Thursday I realized that nothing else was coming-that was supposed to be title for the week. But through the week, I sat with this idea, not really committing to it. And I thought maybe God was throwing out a challenge or something: Here, write something about this. Where in the world would something like that come from, out of the blue, in the middle of prayer? I hadn’t been thinking about hippos or children’s books-it is the title of a popular children’s book, by the way. This week I was sitting in silence and just gently wondered, in prayer, what the message would be this morning, and this title arrived: “But Not the Hippopotamus.” I almost laughed. That helps to steer and shape the message you eventually hear on Sunday morning. And then with that as a kind of magnet, I suppose, other resources-articles, ideas, stories, people-begin to show up throughout the week. First in a quiet time, usually on Monday or Tuesday, the title pops into my head. I’ve mentioned before that the messages I prepare for Sunday mornings always seem to arrive in a familiar chain of inspiring events. About what it feels like to be included and excluded and invited back in, in our culture and our world. In case you are wondering from the title, this is a message about being welcomed. ![]()
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