How weird is it that I really liked preaching today? I mean, really liked it. It was just a six-minute homily in class, but it felt very good and right that I should be doing it.
I freaked right directly out beforehand, of course, and I didn't sleep well at all last night. I think the sermon I gave today was probably version 6.0 or so. And I don't mean small rewrites, I mean nuke-the-site-from-orbit complete do-overs.
We drew numbers at the beginning of class to see who would go first, and I was number 7, so I had to sit and squirm for a very long time.
The main feedback seemed to be that it was 'very much a Sara sermon' and that I really put myself out there. I am making a conscious effort to remind myself that it's not bad for something to be very me, since I'm not a synonym for sucktastic. It just seems that way in my brain sometimes.
I had planned to record the sermon on Dennis' digital recorder dealie. But the batteries were dead this morning. I suspect this is directly related to me playing with it earlier this week; apparently I failed the Off Switch test. I didn't have any AAA batteries around because I don't have my battery-eating antique PDA anymore.
My next assignment is a funeral sermon. Whee! The fictitious decedent is a homeless guy whose name was probably 'Mitch' and who was frequently incoherent and filthy when he came to the fictional church's lunch program. The service is for the lunch program's volunteer staff and clients. This should be interesting.
I wore my fabulous Scarf of Power today, which my friend Rita knit for me out of the most gorgeous yarn EVER, La Boheme by Fiesta. It's goldy-peachy tones with some purple mixed in. I love it! It seemed like a good thing to wear today, along with my lucky Pirate socks. Arrrrrr! Me pirate socks be clean and true today, matey.
The only thing that really went wrong today was that the soda machine at school was giving out heated diet cokes. We loaded up on ice cubes and short plastic cups and pretended we were on an airplane.
