Can I get an Ameeeeeaaahhhhnnnnn?
I was talking with Jeff Noble, of Notes from the Trail fame, over coffee this morning. I told him about how on my way to
About 15 minutes into this sermon I got so sick of hearing myself talk I had to turn it off. I had forgotten how mean I was back in those days. I had quite a grip on Truth back then; in fact to hear me talk you’d think I’d cornered the market on it. I tried to turn myself on again on the way home, to see what sickened me so much about the old Jim. Thankfully I wasn’t wearing a lapel mic and my voice would fade into whispers every time I walked away from the podium. A short but welcome reprieve for me from my own rhetoric. Finally, I got so sick of myself I just turned me off again.
When I think back on what was “wrong” with my preaching back in those days I’m almost embarrassed. All I could think of when I heard myself talk today was Robert Duvall in The Apostle. I can see my self energetically pounding out statements like “Every head bowed and every eye closed!” My preaching still often stinks now days. Little prep. and study time hast left me feeling shallow and delivery slim. But, I would trade love in my words, which I still need about a billion times more of, for that old Bible thumping wanna-be I heard this morning, any day of the week. In the words of Forrest Gump “That’s all I have to say about that.”