Ides of March

Mar 11, 2005 | This Life


I should update–I’m honestly working on a piece about preaching class vis a vis American Idol. Ok, I’m thinking about that piece. I  have to tell you, this week (and next, ok, make that MARCH) has been  simply awful. And while misery often inspires great writing (or at least great whining) I’m just not motivated. Part of that is due to that fact I’ve been pouring all my creative energy into
under-appreciated sermons. Joy, joy. But mostly, my life feels like a poorly written Country Western Song. Here are the highlights:

  1. The Dentist took a peek into my mouth today and I swear I heard an audible “Ching-Ching” sound. I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s just say that my mouth alone should be covering his kid’s tuition to Harvard for the semester.
  2. Thursday, I delivered a well researched, well crafted sermon. Unfortunately, the delivery wasn’t “WELL” and I’m kicking myself over it. Because this week’s sermon was longer than last week’s and because I only had a week to work with it, this week’s sermon was not as well rehearsed as it should have been. So, I carved out what rehearsal time I could find and headed up to Stewart Chapel 1.25 hours before class. Unfortunately, half way through
    the first run-through my instructor shows up and proceeds to hang out and listen. And then offer advice. At this point, I gave up any notion of practicing ALONE in the space. What I should have done was find some quiet, empty room to practice until class began. Or better yet, locked the door! I was kinda hoping he would get the hint and you know, take a nice walk in the sunshine. ARG. So, when it was time to evaluate my sermon and my performance, you can imagine the feedback. What you can’t imagine are all the pitiful dreams this inspired last night. Just be glad, that even in my desperation for entertaining content that I’m not resorting to POD Casting my sermons.
  3. And finally, as if all that wasn’t enough, I came home from Preaching yesterday to be informed that I don’t have a job as of June. Yep.


I’m a poor flosser and should be flogged. I’m a terrible sermonizer and should just shut up, except to open my mouth to floss. And I’m poor. Poor. Poor enamel. Poor flosser. Poor. And did I mention, I lost my job.


So. No. No new content. Not even this optimist can spin this week into sunshine. I know when I’m beat. And people, I’m whipped.