In Karl Barth’s Homiletics, he writes about what happens when the young pastor comes to the point when all the interesting things he had to say run out. There comes a moment when Sunday arrives and he or she finds out that the treasure of ideas and insights has run dry.
I hit something like this not long ago.
I discovered that I no longer had interesting stories or anecdotes to tell and relate. I found myself looking for stuff to serve as illustrations or stories. And I don’t like doing that. It feels like my writing turns into this:
yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda.
[Insert interesting story here]
yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda
It feels forced and unnatural. It feels contrived. So, now I’m trying to figure out what to do when my resources have run out.
I am a part-time local pastor serving 
The doctrine of original sin is surely more humbling to man than the opposite: And I know not what honour we can pay to God, if we think man came out of His hands in the condition wherein he is now.
