I graduated seminary with an immodest opinion of my preaching prowess. I imagined congregants hanging on my every word. The stirring homilies would save sinners, sanctify saints, and transform communities.
Four decades later I possess a more realistic estimation of homiletical results. I have witnessed congregants sleep through stirring sermons. Members have complimented and chastised me over words I never spoke. The Holy Spirit still speaks in, thru, and despite me.
I have developed the Bill Burch Sermon Accretion Theory. Accretion refers to the incremental accumulation of material over an extended period. Growth occurs unnoticed until one compares the past and present.
Our granddaughter accompanied us on a recent beach trip. We enjoyed building sand castles, using her plastic toys to form a base before drizzling the structure with watery sand. Most of the sand drops washed away; but some grains remained. The structure slowly rose.
Preaching sometimes feels like building a drip sandcastle. Progress occurs one drop, dribble, and drizzle at a time. Thanks be to our God who provides the water and sand.

