I love the feeling I get on Saturday nights. I stare at my sermon notes for a while, wondering what God is going to do the next morning. I feel the message deep in my spirit. I see the people in our church when I am reviewing my notes. I long for them to capture something that captivates their heart and compels them toward Jesus. I pray for our church.

There is no other feeling comparable to Sunday Service Eve. And I feel it every single week. It’s full of hope, promise, uncertainty and expectation. I can’t wait for tomorrow morning.