My friend David Petersen (at least I think it was him; I can’t find it now), pastor of Redeemer Lutheran Church in Fort Wayne, wrote somewhere recently, “Preach the Sunday, not the text.” I was thinking about that during the reading of the first lesson yesterday, Ezekiel 37.1-14, on the valley of the dry bones. I became very disappointed with the sermon I was about to preach, as I began to realize all the ways it could have been improved by a more careful consideration of the day’s propers. I was also thinking about the man in the congregation who was baptized at our Easter Vigil. The Introit for the day was chosen with him in mind: “As newborn babes, Alleluia, desire the pure…