Texts: 2 Kings 5:1-3, 7-15c; Luke 17:11-19
Let’s sing the prayer.
Spirit of the living God, fall afresh on me…Melt me, mold me, fill me, use me. Spirit of the living God, fall afresh on me.
It’s good to be back. Pullen still feels like home to me. This is the place where I began my ministry in 1969. So, being here today feels like coming full circle. It reminds me of T.S. Eliot’s poem:
We shall not cease from exploring
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
(“Little Gidding” in Four Quartets)
I arrived at Pullen way back when—back before the war. Which war?, you may ask. That was before the end of the Vietnam War. I got here when Bill Finlator was preaching fiery anti-war sermons from this pulpit. He was a ragtag prophet for peace and racial reconciliation, for the rights of workers, and for the abolition of the death penalty. I learned a lot from Bill; and where he has led, I have done my best to follow.