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Speak and They May Listen

I have to speak in church on Sunday. For those of you not of my faith this is a common practice amongst members. We take turns speaking for to the congregation in order to share our testimonies and gain further insight into the doctrine of Christ.

It can also be fairly... interesting, but that's for another blog.

The trick to this entire thing is to avoid the Bishop at all costs. If you see him coming down the hall in your direction it's probably best to hop on into the bathroom.

I totally walked into this one. I was chatting with him and he says, "I tried to call you last week, but no one answered."

"Did you leave a message?" I asked, "because I don't answer my phone unless I recognize the number and if you don't leave a message I figure it wasn't that important."

He chuckled, "Well if I leave messages of this sort I don't tend to get calls back."

I paused, this could mean one of several things.

1) I was about to be asked to help out in a new area of our congregation (we would say 'get a new calling').

2) I was about to get reprimanded for something... couldn't think of what, but it was there.

3) I was going to have to speak.

It was door #3.

I have to tell you guys. I like to write (if you haven't noticed) but I'm a bit skittish about speaking in public... okay, okay it makes me sick to my stomach. I once found joy in the death of a family member because it meant I could get out of speaking in church, and I'm not joking about that.

I'm calm now, but I'll be a nervous wreck come Sunday morning.

AND I'm supposed to speak for 15-20 minutes. That's a lot of writing, that's multiple pages on one subject it's not to easy.

But I suppose I am a bit long winded so maybe it won't be to hard. I guess I'll have to share it with you when I'm done.

For all of you not interested in my expounding my religious interpretation of James 2:17, well I'd like you to read it (when I post it) anyway, just cause you love me so much.

Until then, wish me luck and many blessings that I won't throw up in front of everyone.


TerĂ©sa said…
Aaaaahhhh!! Good luck. Jarrod is the talker in our family, so I talk first (rather quickly I might add) and then he has to take up the rest of the time which ends up being all but 5 min. It's and understanding we have. ;) I'm excited to read what you write!
Winsor said…
Good luck with your talk. I am sure you will do great. I am the same way about answering the phone.

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