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A Sunday off from Preaching

Updated on August 4, 2013

Heck I used to be a river guide on the mighty Colorado

It looks easy until somebody breaks the rhythm.
It looks easy until somebody breaks the rhythm. | Source

Preaching the actual sermon is fun and inspiring.

But it takes a lot of hard work to be scripturally accurate. It takes some concentration to stay on point and match the reading for the Sunday. And 50+ weeks a year while watching my 3 year old by myself as I prep maybe was too much. So I took what they call a sabbatical, for August.

I think I am sunburned from working with my roses.

I am sorry to disappoint but my time off means pulling weeds and trimming roses and watching hummingbirds and fixing some toys and a light fixture. I am just so boring. Perhaps a hike later to find my canyon homeless people and bring them some water for it is hot today. But first a nap.

I ain't worth a plug nickle

This is not humility. This is not meant to be self absorbed. This is a day off and thinking and learning. One leaf on my roses is beautiful to me. A petal is gorgeous. A lady bug is a miracle. But me--- I am just the gardener. All I do is love them all, and try to serve so that blossoms bloom and healthy growth abounds.

We become so necessary to our world we forget how unnecessary we are.

I need to get back to preaching like this. What is preaching?

I want you to preach by your walk

Marry me! I love you! Marry me! Oh don't you know you and I can marry our selves. Walk with me and know love for I will love you. It is all I got. No fancy car, not checking account but I can love you more than you love your self.

Sing it brothers and sisters and cry out loud AMEN!. It ain't about no religion or offering it is about you and me,,,, connecting and loving one another. Do not worry I will go first. I will slit my chest open and show you my heart. Just throw me a pinky and let go of all that binds.

Let me die for you so you can revive me and feel good about my love - you.


Who cares they are just roses. But they somehow love my love.

I do not know exactly what to do with beauty except to adore it.
I do not know exactly what to do with beauty except to adore it. | Source

So perhaps you can take a day off and let the plants and life preach to you.

I shut the hell up and listened for the first time in too long. And the only voices I heard were angels. I sat quiet and felt you. Yes even you. You ministered to this broken man. And I am so happy to have been broken so I could hear your soothing words.

Know that you are better than any preacher man, if you listen rather than speak. Now you have listened to me and you are my saint.

The prose goes something like this:

Devil is my companion

Hate is between my ears

A weed like a dandelion

A man consumed by fears


Nothing i do is right or ever will be

But I have faith in the one and only you

you open up both my eyes to see

and you really care just what i do


I cling to your acceptance of what I am

I need you to bare your soul so that we may clothe it together

I want you to see all that you can be

I want you to know we are birds of the feather


So I ask you to hold my weak and trembling hand

And open your heart for me to view

And let me, you to understand

As I want to be the love in you.



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      graceinus 3 years ago from those of the Ekklesia

      Enjoy your garden Eric, often times a garden provides the warm voice of peace.

      God Bless and good Hub.

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      Eric Dierker 3 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      My good friend Grace in us. Too hot. So I hide for a moment and thank you for your love.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Your messages are timeless. Amazing what a little gardening will do for the soul. :)

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      Eric Dierker 3 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      It took me a bit as "Protectortron" and "Robotron attacker" had control of my desk. So we had a war with legos and letter blocks. I suppose better than video or video games. I just cannot lock my office door. Love is real.

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      Theresa Ast 3 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

      Wars with lego blocks and letters are wonderful and a necessary part of a healthy parent and child relationship. I well remember those times with my three boys. And not locking your ofice door is such a testimony to your love for your son.

      Oh, yes, I got carried away by your comment about the other comment about the... An excellent hub that brought tears of recognition and joy to me. Sharing.

      Sorry I have missed so many of your (well, everybody's) hubs lately. Two months ago, my brother, oldest son and I bought a small piece of land with an old run down house on it to serve as a family vacation, camping, fishing spot. We have spent three days a week ever since, scrubbing, painting, hammering, hauling trash, etc. I have missed HP, but just ran out of time. Hope you are well. Blessings. Theresa

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      Maria Magdalena Ruiz O'Farrill 3 years ago from Borik√©n the great land of the valiant and noble Lord

      I understand the message, I understand being a gardener and I love listening Cohen's voice. God understands skipping Sundays.

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      Eric Dierker 3 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      I do declare missy, that maybe just maybe I made it job. Shame on me. But one day with my little ones is hell.

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      Eric Dierker 3 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      It will be no time now until you can relax at your cabin. I am very happy for you. I will spend a week with my children and siblings at our cabin above Sedona Arizona. It is now a part of us.

      Thank you for being you!

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