I love it. I crave it. I feel gifted and called. There is nothing else I want to do with my life. When I am standing in front of people talking about Jesus, I feel most alive. I love the prep work. I love wrestling with Scripture. I love delivering.
Last week, I was listening to a speaker named Paul Washer, and there were two statements he made that stuck with me. (I don't remember them word for word)
1) I want to preach as if I will never preach again. Not in a way of quitting the pulpit, but rather in a way that I feel compelled by God to declare the daring message of the good news of Jesus as if this might be my last chance to declare it.
2) Preaching is a dangerous thing. It is dangerous, because I have been entrusted as a person who stands before God on a regular basis—to wrestle with Scripture, to pray, to be silent in order to listen, and to speak only after I have been spoken to. I have a job in which I am entrusted with Truth. This is dangerous. For if I fail to speak truth, I fail both God and my fellow human beings.
This is my passion!