When Fred “It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood” Rogers was in seminary learning to preach, he visited a small church. The minister didn’t follow the rules of homiletics, and Fred didn’t find the subject inspiring. He mentally tore the sermon apart—until he noticed the woman beside him was enthralled. When the preacher finished, she leaned over and whispered, “That’s just what I needed to hear today.”
That’s when Fred realized that the space between a minister and a listener is sacred.
Silence your inner critic
When I was a music major, I was nearly ruined for church music. I couldn’t listen to another singer without cringing when I heard a sharp note or a vibrato that had spun out of control. What little I had learned had fostered a critical spirit.
The joy of church music had vanished. To restore it and an attitude of worship, I had to zip the lip of my inner critic—just as Fred Rogers did.
Allow the Spirit room
The Lord delights in humbling His children. If we don’t humble ourselves, He will do what it takes to remind us that we are servants. In service true joy is found. And it’s in that sacred space between author and reader that the Spirit works.
The next time you read an article or book you don’t care for, don’t douse someone else’s appreciation for it with the cold water of criticism. Remember that sacred space.
Angela Hunt is hard at work on another book. Her deadline approacheth. Visit her online.