You carry within you the happy memory of last Sunday, when the Lord met you and gave you grace and wisdom and the holy oil of His anointing. That memory is a token for your heart to hold onto now, for the same God who opened the service then will open it again tomorrow. It is not the strangeness of the place that matters, nor the weight of leading the whole meeting, prayers, preaching, and all. What matters is the same thing that mattered before: you go there empty, and He comes full.
I have often seen a man greatly anointed and yet, in his own feeling, very weak. David once said, “I am this day weak, though anointed king.” There he stood with the crown upon his head, yet trembling within because certain rough men were too hard for him. You may feel something like that now, conscious of the high calling to speak in Christ’s name, yet keenly aware that you have no strength of your own to bring it to pass. That is not a bad place to be. It is, in fact, the very spot where grace delights to pitch its tent. The Lord will give grace, but He gives it to those who know their need and confess it. He does not pour His anointing into a vessel that is already full of self-reliance. Come with your empty cup, looking to Him who fills the hungry with good things.
Tomorrow morning, when you rise, do not fix your mind upon the service as though it were a mountain you must climb alone. Your Guide has gone before you. As a father takes a child by the hand when the path grows steep and the shadows gather, so your Lord will take you through the opening prayer, through the reading of the Word, through the sermon, through every amen. He does not merely point the way and stand aside. He Himself is the Way, and His Spirit moves in the preacher as surely as the wind fills a sail. You will not be left to your own thoughts; you will be borne along by a power not your own.
You asked that the name of Christ alone be glorified. That is a prayer God loves to answer, for it is His own purpose too. The chief glory of God is not a blaze that terrifies, but a goodness that stoops low. When Moses asked, “Show me Your glory,” the Lord passed by and proclaimed His name as merciful and gracious, long-suffering and abundant in goodness. Every time a sinner lifts his eyes to Jesus and finds pardon, every time a weary saint receives fresh comfort from the Cross, the glory of God shines out. You need not manufacture something grand; only hold up Christ, and His own splendor will do the rest. A torch does not need to polish itself when the flame burns bright upon it.
I have noticed too that the Lord has a tender care for those who feel themselves to be in the rear, the weak and trembling ones who do not march at the front. He is not only our Captain leading the advance; He is our rearguard, gathering the stragglers, protecting the lame, sheltering the fainthearted. If tomorrow you feel small and unready, you will find that the Glory of the Lord is your shield and your shelter. He will not let you fall because you cannot take long strides. The same Shepherd who carried the lamb in His bosom last Sunday will carry you again.
So go with a quiet heart. Prepare as best you may, but lean your whole weight upon the promise that the Lord will give grace, and afterward receive you to glory, and even tomorrow, a foretaste of that glory will be with you as you speak in His name.
Breathe this prayer with me now: O Lord, our Heavenly Father, look upon Your servant who goes forth in the strength that is not his own. You who did not spare Your own Son but gave Him up for us all, how will You not also with Him freely give us all things? Pour out upon him now the spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of Christ. When he opens his mouth, let it be filled with Your words. Let no man’s wisdom entangle the simplicity of the gospel, but let Jesus Christ and Him crucified stand forth as the heart of every word. And when the service is done, may there be no boast save in Your great love, and no echo left in that place but the music of Your grace. We ask it in the name of Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.