This doesn't happen very often (even though it probably will now that I'm writing this), but I felt like yesterday's sermon was aweful. No one told me it was aweful. I just felt that way. Actually, people said how much they got out of the sermon, but I still felt like I threw up a flying duck.
I think I've figured out why I felt this way. I talked about one of our biggest struggles as men: Insecurity. It's fitting that I'd be insecure doing a sermon on the antithesis of insecurity.
I'm just glad that God's bigger than how I feel after I preach. I'm so thankful that the Spirit moves and works and uses imperfect people. Aren't you?
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