I’m a proclaimer – well, some of the time anyway. I’ve proclaimed at little churches and big churches, inside and outside. I’ve proclaimed in halls and homes and at campfires. I’ve proclaimed to prisoners, to prison chaplains and to prison wardens. I’ve had people walk out on me. I’ve felt elated after proclaiming and I have felt awful. I’ve gently proclaimed in palliative care rooms, at gravesides and at memorial services for the aged and the premature. I have laughed as I proclaimed and I have wept. I have proclaimed from carefully worded notes and I have proclaimed after throwing all notes away. I have sung the proclamation. I’ve proclaimed to family and friends, to strangers and to myself. I’ve proclaimed when you could hear a pin drop and I’ve proclaimed in the noise.
I never thought that I would spend so much of my life proclaiming. People have prayed for my proclaiming, dialogues with it, lamented or praised it. I know other proclaimers. I would gladly sit at the feet of some and I would run from others. Somehow, in a miraculous way, it all makes a difference when Christ is the one proclaimed.
Thank God for all the proclaimers and all those who hear.
Lord of the Good News, encourage and strengthen those who proclaim Christ. Amen. — TKR