I preach. I’ve preached around 47 or so sermons in the last year. I suffer from low preaching esteem to be sure. If anyone asks me how things went, I always defer to my wife, because I’ll almost never give myself a good review. This invaluable quote from HW is both helpful and scary for me. The responsibilities of a preacher are great and I’m never sure I do a good job.
I’m reading Barchester Towers. Oh, the deliciousness of this book. Rush out and get it if you have not yet read it. Possibly you should start with The Warden, the first of the Chronicles of Barsetshire. I totally meant to do that, but didn’t. People kept saying Barchester Towers was their favourite, so to Barchester Towers I went. I’m not very far in yet, but have found a fabulous rant on sermons which I think as pertinent today as when Trollope wrote it a little over 150 years ago. This is at the end of the sixth chapter of the first volume, a chapter called “War.”
There is, perhaps, no greater hardship at present inflicted on mankind in civilized and free countries, than the necessity of listening to sermons. No one but a preaching clergyman has, in these realms, the power of compelling an audience to sit silent…
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