So about a month ago I was asked to teach at the Wednesday Night program here at the church. Wednesday Nights are an informal gathering of Life Groups and support groups, but there are also two adult large-group classes offered in the evenings. The topics change every few months, and I’m sure you get the point…
I was asked to teach in the Marriage and Family class. That’s cool. I have a family, and I’m married. I should be able to do this, right? So I extend a Wedding sermon I did in late June and I’m fired and ready to go. Then I find out that I’m not teaching in the Marriage & Family class, instead I’m teaching in the Blood Covenant class. (We have a really great Bible teacher that tackles some of the heavier classes, and people eat it up out here.) So tonight I have a Marriage & Family talk ready for the Blood Covenant class. I know, I know I could tie those together somehow. But I don’t have time to tie them together, instead I will be pulling out a oldie-but-a-goodie from the ol’ sermon bag. Reminds me of what my Homiletics professor used to always say.
“We should always be ready to do three things at a moment’s notice.
Preach, Pray, and Die!”