I'm struggling tonight with the shape of my sermon. (Why else would I be blogging at 10 pm on a Saturday evening?) So, over dinner, I generously offered to let my husband preach, and I would take his ushering duties in the morning. He countered that his sermon would be string of platitudes and quaint sayings, like the following:
An apple a day keeps bankruptcy away
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, especially if you're hunting with VP Cheney.
A penny saved is a germ-ridden piece of metal that costs more to make than its actual worth.
Needless to say, I've revoked my offer. Back to the sermon...