Preached a sermon today from Isaiah 40:3-5. Called it “A Bridge to Somewhere.” You’ve heard of the Bridge to Nowhere in Alaska. Well, the Christmas season is an invitation to build a Bridge to Somewhere, namely spiritual connection with the coming messiah (no, not Obama silly, Jesus.)
The sermon was generally well-received. Someone gave me a cassette tape recording of it. I just listened to it and , ugh! I can do so much better.
It wasn’t horrible. It was well-received and sincere, and I spoke clearly enough. These poor people are so starved for a taste of authentic soul food that they devour my modest offering. That sermon was the spiritual equivalent of a bowl of beans–respectable sustenance. I want to serve up full course dinners.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m exercising some legitimate gifts here. There is no one who can do it quite like me. Still, I must be the first to acknowledge that there’s room for plenty of improvement.
Moral: Listen to recordings of your performances after the fact. If I hadn’t, I’d be feeling better about myself right now, yet, the next go round will be better as a result.