The sower and the seeds

It was with a frisson of excitement (I love that word, frisson, don’t you? Along with “miriad” and “hyperbole”) that I opened the envelope that appeared through my letter box yesterday. It was the preaching plan for the coming three months. And on the list of preachers, at the very bottom under the heading of “Local preachers on note” was the name Smudgie. Well no, not exactly the name Smudgie as I’d have got some rather strange looks if it were, but you get my drift.

It was a strange feeling, actually – excitement mingled with fear mingled with anticipation mingled with a massive sense of having bitten off more than I can chew… a bit like setting myself up on a wall for people to throw tomatoes at and knock me off. I mean, who am I to stand at the front of the church and pretend I know what I’m talking about, as if I were any better than the rest. Yes yes, I know it isn’t like that really, but that trepidation is still there…. mingled with excitement and a tiny twinge of pride.

The worst bit was getting to church and finding that the everyone there had seen it too!!!