On Sunday, which may or may not be today depending on when you read this, I did something I never, ever thought I'd do; I gave the sermon at my church.
Keep in mind, my church is the UU, about whom at least one light bulb joke* has been written. It's that kind of church. When I explain why I am a Unitarian Universalists even though I am an athiest, my response is that I really like community, coffee, and casseroles.
Anyhoo. I gave the sermon on Sunday. I have never, ever had a group of people listen so closely to what I was saying while simultaneously hoping for my success. It was awesome and humbling.
Sadly, there is no podcast because we're not quite that organized. The sound engineer did give me a cassette tape of the service but I can't seem to get it to upload to the internet, no matter how close I hold it to the router.
I promised out-of-town friends that I'd put the hard-copy online. I'll put it after a cut, however, so that this post is of a manageable size.
I'll be back on Wednesday with an All! New! Figs!** Hope your new year is a happy one. And if you pick a word, let me know....
* Q: How many Unitarians does it take to change a light bulb?
A: We choose not to make a statement either in favour of or against the need for a light bulb. However, if in your own journey, you have found that light bulbs work for you, that is wonderful. You are invited to write a poem or compose a modern dance about your personal relationship with your light bulb. Present it next month at our annual Light Bulb Sunday Service, in which we will explore a number of light bulb traditions, including incandescent, fluorescent, 3-way, long-life, and tinted, all of which are equally valid paths to luminescence.
** ETA: Um. Sorry. Figs will return next week. I was a little ahead of myself, as is usual.