Wrote a sermon that didn’t feel like preaching

I sat at the kitchen table at 5:30 a.m., coffee cold, and wrote something I wouldn’t have dared to deliver last year. Not because it was profound—just quiet. About how doubt isn’t the opposite of faith, but its companion. How the train doesn’t leave on time, and you still show up. The kind of thing I used to think only belonged in a book, not a pulpit. It felt true. And maybe that’s enough.