Well, wouldn't you know it...the day I really planned to use to work on this Sunday's teaching would be the same time I have jury duty. I've been called for jury duty (I guess they call it summoned for duty) four times since January. Three out of four times I've received a phone call the night before saying the trial was cancelled or postponed. But, this week, when I've got work to do...yeah, that's the time it goes through. So, I spent the majority of my day sitting in a court room listening to some lawyers explain things over and over and ask stupid questions. Well, I finally got my turn in the jurors seat for questioning. Well, I think my brutal honesty (I told them I really didn't want to be there, that I'd rather be drinking coffee and working on my sermon) and the fact that the crime was committed by someone that has family where my wife teaches helped get me off. So, just after lunch time, I was excused from jury duty. Praise God!
Well, that means I'm a little behind on my sermon planning. I know that I'm going to be talking about serving...but, I'm not sure what direction I'm going to take with it...There are many ways I could go about it...So, you'll just have to come to church on Sunday and find out. Hopefully the rest of the week will go well and I'll get this stuff worked out.
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Hi Jason--
Reading thru your profile...sounded good...like the fact you listed your wife first among your interests...my sister didn't have a fool for a son!
Just curious about the Guinness...did you mean the ale or the record book?...I'll not share your answer with Janet.
It will be fun to read your posts. Never enough time to call or write.
Liked the line about brutal honesty... but remember, even lawyers, although seen by many as the spawn of Satan, have feelings, and to tell them you'd rather drink coffee and write sermons than listen to their brillant exposition of law and fact...well that approached cruel ;>) ...you'd have gotten off just by telling them the family of the accused knew your Mom.
Uncle John
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