Synchronicity II or whatever...

Strange things are happening in my brain.  Wonderful things in some respects, but strange enough to make me pause and recognize that something unusual is going on.
While I was walking this morning, I was thinking about community and this peculiar set of memories came to me about someone I used to know.  I was thinking about the way that my relationship with them taught me to be more accepting of people who are a little bit "out there," in terms of their personality, and their approach to thought and communication.  I was thinking about how, when I first met them, I had pretty much judged them to be a certain sort of person.  I had allowed myself to be irritated by them, I had failed to really see what a rather remarkable person they were.
I remembered how, in the course of time, and thanks to several incidents where God simply put them in my way, I came to really appreciate their uniqueness and actually started to look forward to seeing them.
I remembered how, when they finally joined the church triumphant, I was truly sad that I would see them no more in this life.  I thought, as Hannibal Lechter says to Clarisse Starling at the end of Silence of the Lambs, that the world was a more interesting place with them in it.
At some point in my reverie, I remember thinking, that all this would make a wonderful sermon illustration someday, when I'm preaching about the community of God's people and the peculiar nature of the Church...
So then I come into the office and take out my Bible and the schedule of lectionary texts for the week and begin to read through the selections for Sunday...
Whaddya know?
Acts 11, Peter justifying the inclusion of Gentiles... okay, okay that could be a coincidence... "what God has made clean, how dare you make unclean..."  hmmm, maybe not such a coincidence.
And then there's Revelation 21: the church adorned as a bride for her husband... they will be His people and He will be their God... behold I am making all things new...
Okay, now the Spirit is really messing with my head.
Seriously, I was going to file the thoughts I had on my walk this morning away for some other time... I don't write sermons that way...  I don't think of an idea and then find ideas to back it up... Couldn't God have waited a couple of hours to give me that brainstorm?
At least let me think it was the fruit of exegesis?
At least let me think that I have some control over this process?

Yeah, I guess that's not how this works is it?

Now I've got a full week to wrestle this madman that's messing with my head.

Sam, if you're listening, this one's for you.