From time to time I think back on the first really difficult lesson about preaching the Lord gave me. I was 21, newly called into the Lord’s service, a college senior, and engaged. At Christmastime, a country church invited me to preach in the Sunday morning service. I was elated. And it was Christmas, right? This should be simple.
The problem was that I worked 72 hours that week selling men’s clothing in downtown Birmingham, my college job. When I got back to the apartment each night, I was so exhausted I did not feel like thinking about the sermon. Finally, I decided to wing it in the sermon. (Now, if you are a pastor, you can imagine me–a first timer!–trying to ‘wing it’ when I’ve never preached before. You know the impossibility of that.)
I would simply tell the Christmas story and preach the various aspects of it.
The other problem is that Margaret and I arrived in time for Sunday School and were sent to the young people’s class. The teacher was apparently intimidated by my presence–the very idea is ridiculous, but since I was the preacher that day, she assumed I knew more than I did–so she asked if I would teach the lesson. And foolishly, I agreed.
Preachers in the audience will recall how eager you were to do anything when you were first starting out.