Mine is my danged sermon for tomorrow.
No, not my "sermon," ie, The Word for the Week. My sermon, my first real one in nearly seven months.
Yep, I've got a pulpit supply gig tomorrow in Mahanoy City, about two hours and a whole world away from Lancaster.
Oh, and did I mention that I'm having a difficult time getting the words to comply with my intent? Did I mention that I'm getting stage fright just thinking about it?
Did I mention that I feel a need to talk about judgmentalism and same-sex marriage? In a tiny Baptist church in coal country?
Wish me luck.