I didn’t want to go to church Sunday. And I certainly didn’t want to preach. As I lay in bed comfortable under the covers, I wrestled for 15 minutes with the decision to get up.
I could call in sick.
One of our associates was preaching in our chapel service, and he could preach in the main auditorium too.
I’ve never bailed at the last minute before. Our executive pastor would be OK with it.
It’s not that I don’t feel called to preach. But it had been a heavy week: Sermon planning for all of 2019. A death in the family of a good friend followed immediately by the death of a longtime member in our church. People close to me wrestling with worrisome health issues.
It would be a good morning to sleep. It would be a good afternoon to sleep.
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