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...
Saturday, April 14, 2007
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I remember many a conversation like that in my childhood. Usually mom or dad would complain about their sermon, and Jenny or I would offer to preach. Usually my suggestion was something like "Why don't you stand in the pulpit and say God love you. There are donuts in the hallway. Come back in 15 minutes and we'll continue the service." They never took me up on it, though. :)
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