Preaching, take one.

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I did my first sermon on Sunday night, and boy are my fins tired. :-)

Okay, I think that joke lost something in the translation.  Like a lot of things.  But I digress.  (Frequently)

As I was saying: First Sermon -  And I think it went very well.  I got a lot of positive feedback afterwards, and most of it seemed sincere.  I was a little concerned because my voice is not one of my favourite features; I often come across high-pitched and whiney when I use a microphone.  (And am frequently mistaken for a woman on the phone.)  But my church recorded my message, and I finally had the courage to listen to the CD today, and I think it sounded good.  Deep and authoritative, not at all like the scared little boy I felt like as I was saying it. 

What made the night even more special, was that the worship leader that night was none other than my sister.  I think it is the first time our church has ever had a brother and sister team on the worship and the message.  It meant we had a lot of interesting discussions and planning sessions before hand about what music I wanted, and what songs she would be using.

But more than the fact that it felt good to be preaching, or the fact that people seemed to enjoy it, it felt… right.  It felt somehow like it was what I was meant to be doing at that moment.  It felt like…

…like it wasn’t all me.

Which had been my concern from the start; that I would lose sight of what I was supposed to be doing, and who I was doing it for.  I can handle people saying “What a terrible sermon.” if they take something away from it, but I would really hate people to say “That was a great sermon,” and get nothing out of it except entertainment. 

So thank you for all your prayers and support. 

And watch this space for news about my future plans.