I’m just a pew sitter. But because Jason invited our reflections, I’ll make an effort while I’m still mopping my eyes following his sermon/tribute.
I remember that seven, maybe eight years ago, I heard the name Fleming Rutledge pronounced by an arrogant young podcaster I’d recently happened upon. He spoke the name in such a note of awe that I searched the Crackers and Grape Juice archive to find an interview with him. Naturally, I was stunned to hear a woman’s voice—a voice like honey butter and thunder and Thus, saith the LORD. I immediately ordered The Bible and the New York Times.
It occurred to me that if this woman held influence over cocky young Mr. Micheli, he might be worth listening to. I’ve been listening to and reading both of you ever since. My gratitude is immense.
Several times per week I drive over or walk down a street called Fleminggatan. With regularity I pray a prayer of thanks to God for how her work has shaped me and encouraged me to be bold. I am fairly certain that I still love preaching and pastoring because through her I learned how to do it well and have fun (taking down both the left and the right sometimes with humor and always with a gospel shaped imagination.)
Thank you for this essay which I add my ”Amen” to. Can’t wait to read the whole festskrift!
The love is this photo just radiates off the screen. That was the first thing that brought tears to my eyes. Reading and listening to this brought round two, that ending Jason. Maybe Fleming did rub off on you just a wee bit. She is a gift to be cherished.
I’m just a pew sitter. But because Jason invited our reflections, I’ll make an effort while I’m still mopping my eyes following his sermon/tribute.
I remember that seven, maybe eight years ago, I heard the name Fleming Rutledge pronounced by an arrogant young podcaster I’d recently happened upon. He spoke the name in such a note of awe that I searched the Crackers and Grape Juice archive to find an interview with him. Naturally, I was stunned to hear a woman’s voice—a voice like honey butter and thunder and Thus, saith the LORD. I immediately ordered The Bible and the New York Times.
It occurred to me that if this woman held influence over cocky young Mr. Micheli, he might be worth listening to. I’ve been listening to and reading both of you ever since. My gratitude is immense.
Fleming, “I promise you that your words have worked what they said.” For I have heard Jesus’ word through you. Thanks be to God.
Several times per week I drive over or walk down a street called Fleminggatan. With regularity I pray a prayer of thanks to God for how her work has shaped me and encouraged me to be bold. I am fairly certain that I still love preaching and pastoring because through her I learned how to do it well and have fun (taking down both the left and the right sometimes with humor and always with a gospel shaped imagination.)
Thank you for this essay which I add my ”Amen” to. Can’t wait to read the whole festskrift!
Lordy. Bless you, Jason. Bless her.
The love is this photo just radiates off the screen. That was the first thing that brought tears to my eyes. Reading and listening to this brought round two, that ending Jason. Maybe Fleming did rub off on you just a wee bit. She is a gift to be cherished.
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