When I was a minister in a church I used to think up of a new message to impart to my hungry congregation each week. Each week I would sit at my desk in my home and wait for inspiration. What I wrote had to be fresh, it had to be new, it needed to be a word for the season. What was going on in the life of the congregation? It took time to discern this. Each proclamation had to be renewing which would massage the doubts and anxieties of the faithfully gathered with the supernatural balm of the Spirit. The Spirit spoke through my new words each weak and brought comfort to my congregation. Continue reading The spiritual discipline of repetition in an age of surface-skimming