May 21, 2009
-
MY SERMON
No, I have not attended nor graduated from any seminary during my absence from Xanga.
Our minister will be on sabbatical for three months this fall. He runs a Preaching Practicum class each year, but this year he deliberately admitted eight (a big number for our church) students. That is eight Sundays the church doesn’t have to worry about a program.
Why does someone who hates public speaking as much as I do sign up for this class? Why does someone who can’t write a speech participate? I’m surprised at myself but apparently I have something to say. My topic is immigration. The minister held a practice last Saturday, and it was gratifying that my sermon was well received. (The standard was much higher in high school speech class, and the minister is being very positive to encourage us.)
So, now I just have to practice my speech until July 19th when I am speaking at both services. That should be rather interesting since I’ll have to rearrange the chairs to provide myself with a scent-free haven from which to share my wondrous thoughts.
The Professor took the class, too, and will give his sermon July 26th. However, he speaks in front of people for a living, so he is not nearly as nervous as I am.
In a little while, The Professor and I are going to a nursery to buy plants. Two days ago our backyard was finally sodded, and no longer looks so much like a disaster area. A big part of the gardens was destroyed by the construction of the new retaining wall, so The Professor is ecstatic that he finally has some scope for planting here!
