Why sermons?

I am, particularly since it is highly unlikely that anybody will ever preach these sermons, starting (probably fairly late in the game) to very strongly suspect that the real reason that I am writing them has something to do with my grief work.  (Another indication that I am more on the instrumental, and therefore cognitive, end of the grief range continuum.)

(The fact that it has taken me this long to figure this out is probably an indication that I still have a ways to go in this process.  Oh, joy.)

If it is true that sermon writing is part of my grief process, that may explain why I am having so much trouble with the series on Ruth (which might indicate that I am still reasonably close to the intuitive end of the continuum).