It is becoming increasingly hard for me to write a sermon. This past Sunday I preached my second to last sermon. Next Sunday will be the last. Last month, when I realized I needed to stop preaching and stop officiating weddings, I felt very sad. But after messing up the liturgy several times Sunday and stumbling over words a few times during the sermon, I told Connie after the service that though I was sad I can no longer preach, I was glad that this Sunday would be my last preaching assignment. My ego makes me want to lead a flawless worship experience and knowing that is not likely to happen is very stress-inducing.
People have been very kind and understanding and everyone who spoke to me after Sunday's service seemed to have been challenged by my message, but it took so long to pull it together. I finally had to resort to words I found in other pastors' sermons on the internet.
That's all for today.
People have been very kind and understanding and everyone who spoke to me after Sunday's service seemed to have been challenged by my message, but it took so long to pull it together. I finally had to resort to words I found in other pastors' sermons on the internet.
That's all for today.
