Wordle for my sermon last Sunday

I spent last week staying with friends in a flood affected part of Queensland, and was meant to be preaching last Sunday in a flood affected part of NSW. It took a few back roads and a bit of winding through country trails but I made it back in time to preach.

My passage was 1 Corinthians 3.

I give myself a pass. I feel like having now preached the sermon I understand what I was trying to say, so I'm ready to sit down and write the talk afresh... but the moment has passed. God will do what he will with what I said. Another death by chocolate thing. Too much content. Not enough clarity. Too long.

Thankfully though, the sermon has been preserved online in all its muted glory for future generations to poke fun at. At least it was long enough that no one would ever bother using it in a 'what not to do' seminar, even though the sermon might be a good candidate.

Sarah suggested that I give myself the same feedback after every talk. Obviously this means I'm not equipped to self-correct on these issues. So I'm giving myself one more try before calling in the men with the giant wooden spoon to start my spankings.