Sermon in the Weight Room
The other day, I gave my first sermon in 3 years.
After 13 years of Sunday lessons, you can hold forth at the drop
of a hat, or a barbell as the case may be.
I was in a weight room and my audience was the custodian.
I had seen him for several weeks. We exchanged pleasantries, but
nothing else save one request about 3 weeks previously to pray
for him.
I said I would, but didn