It wasn't me....

 I had the opportunity to bring a Sunday morning message at a little church in a small community about 15 miles to the east of here.  A friend I know through the Gideons is on the board of the church and they're looking for a full-time pastor.  In the interim, they have been inviting different people to speak.  This is the third time I've been blessed to join them on a Sunday.

I understand how the Bible is divinely inspired writing.  I can't take credit for my sermon; the idea came from the Holy Spirit.  Given the edits I made to it, even an hour and a half before delivering it, I don't just think it was inspired.  I know it.  And to further reinforce that, as I joined in song with the congregation I couldn't help but notice how perfectly aligned the words of the hymns that were chosen went with the message I was about to deliver.  I had to ask before I started who selected the music and it turned out the woman who arranged the song service for the morning was ill yesterday and not in attendance.

I typed most of the message.  I added some.  My added some got subtracted on Saturday night.  On Sunday, some more got subtracted with the aid of a ballpoint pen.  The funny thing was that I was thinking maybe it was not the right message for the morning and I couldn't have been more wrong about that.

As I said, it wasn't me....

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