Many years ago I become a Certified Lay Speaker with the United Methodist Church. This meant that I was able to fill in for a Pastor on Sunday morning and lead the worship service. Although nerve-wracking, is was something I really enjoyed doing. However, with school and work demanding all my attention I unfortunately let my certification lapse. I do plan on updating as soon as possible.
On May 31st our Pastor was going to be out of town. He asked mom to lead the service because she is now a Certified Lay Speaker as well. Knowing my background he mentioned perhaps I might want to do it instead. Since it had been years I didn’t feel quite up to doing the whole service, but was willing to deliver the message. So, that Sunday mom and I did a “tag-team” operation with her taking care of everything else while I delivered the sermon.
The message I choose to deliver was in a little different format than what most consider a typical sermon. In fact it was a narrative, a story. I had written it for a New Testament class I had taken at Gaston College. The assignment was to take a story from the Gospels and pick out an un-named minor character that was mentioned there. Then, we were to retell the story from that person’s point of view. I chose to write mine about a fisherman, a contemporary of James, John, Simon, and Andrew. This all resulted in