They let me preach at my church again last Sunday.

You know how you always think of the right thing to say later that day when you are lying in bed? Well, being given the opportunity to preach is a weird kind of notice to avoid that situation. I knew that if I stood in this spot, in this room, at this time, on this day, 150 people were going to listen to me. So I could head off the "I shoulda said" at the pass.

Since I have an in with the website manager at my church, not only is the sermon posted, but the audio is available. (Thanks Dad.) I listened to it and was relieved that the mic didn't pick up my pounding heart. I learned how to fake not being nervous as a teacher.

"Daring Questions"