Confessions of a Manuscript Preacher
I preach better when I semi-read a sermon.
I have a recurring nightmare. Having grown up in the Roman Catholic tradition, I'm kneeling in the dim light of the confessional booth. "Forgive me, father, for I have sinned."
The deep voice on the other side of the thin wall responds, "What sins do you wish to confess, my child?"
I'm startled. I know ...