This post will be a short one.
Did you ever hear a preacher say he was almost finished? And this was after he had already preached for an hour? Twenty minutes later, you get a hankering to stage a protest. He just keeps going.
You know you’re momma is cooking pot roast, and you hate it on any other day, but that early Sunday afternoon, you feel your stomach knocking on your backbone, and the only thing you can think of is filling your shriveled-up belly with that dried-up morsel she dares to call pot roast.
And you know it’s not polite to ask God to end the get-together at His own house, but you ask for Him to anyway and end with “not my will, but Thy will be done, and I know it isn’t Your will for me to die today on this church pew. So help him wrap it up. Amen.”
When I preach, my motto is “I’m real tall, but I preach real short.” I think the longest I’ve gone is thirty minutes.
Well, I’m going to stay true to my word and bring it to a close.
In closing, I want to say that it’s officially fall now. So it’s time to decorate for Christmas.
to the church kids,
– Caleb
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