The Fan ate my Sermon

No...

Really...

The Fan ate my sermon.

It was fairly warm today in church, seeing as no church around here has air conditioning. Most of the fans were going, except the one box fan next to the pulpit. About two sentences into my sermon today, some moron well meaning parishioner decided the preacher will get hot up there in the pulpit and decided to turn to fan on.

It's amazing have powerful they can make box fans these days. I heard the fan come on. This was followed by one of those moments you see in war movies during a battle scene were everything goes silent and turns into slow motion. I looked in mortal terror as the poor pages of my brilliantly crafted sermon flew up into the air only to hang there, suspended like a catepillar in a cocoon. They then proceeded to float down amongst the congregants like the feather in Forest Gump.

Having learned to preach without notes in my preaching class this spring, I recovered quickly. I had a good idea of what I needed to say. I may have made points for breaking the record for short sermon time, which takes talent in an Episcopal church. During the passing of the peace, my supervising priest came over and said, "Sometimes its good to have a sermon where less is more..."

No...

Really...

The Fan ate my sermon.

Comments

Kyle said…
hahaha!
Raisin said…
Well...a parishioner at my home church says that there's no such thing as a bad short sermon. ;)

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