This morning in the wee hours before sunrise, I rose early to make the finishing touches on my sermon for the day. It’s title, “Finding your Passion”. I know for some, that elusive passion at 5:15 in the morning, doesn’t even stand a chance of gaining traction until the eye sockets spring open from coffee that tastes like it was strained through a sweat sock. Not me! I live on a road that has so many screaming ambulances and firetrucks that I feel like a regular on ER. The one that passed my bedroom window at such an ungodly hour was so loud, that it subconsciously found me reaching for a fire pole to slide down that didn’t exist.

After I was rudely awoken, I reflected on the words of my sermon. It only reinforced my premise that real passion for life and God are missing today. I found it…