On taking sermon notes
It took me four Sundays of “pump faking,” taking my journal and markers, but being too chicken to take them out of my purse. I cannot tell you the increasing disappointment I felt after every Sunday’s failure. So much so, that on the fifth Sunday, I told myself to forget it and I left the supplies at home.
And then it happened. I could not not do it. With the back of a to-do list and a ball point pen, I scribbled out my first page of sermon notes. As I left church that day, I showed the page to my pastor, telling him that I would be sending him these notes every week, but he didn’t have to do anything. No comments or responses were necessary. I just needed some accountability.
That’s how it started… sort of. I can look back and see other pieces, practices and especially people in my life who have also been part of this journey. But really, just like Frosty with that old silk hat, when the artist tools were placed in my hands, I began to “dance around.”