I am so glad that since my husband is a preacher that he is good at it. I mean, it would be a pretty miserable gig to have to sit through a lifetime of bad sermons and not ever be able to change churches. I guess your only option would be to change husbands. Bummer.
There are some thing that John does not do well. Unlike his wife, he is not perfect. I remember walking into our first apartment and seeing him bang dough repeatedly on the counter for a shepherd’s pie. The Play dough at Kinderplatz Fine Arts Preschool where I worked, I am sure tasted better.
You don’t want the guy ANYWHERE near electricity. When he installed his first ceiling fan, I stood by with a 2 x 4 in case an I had to smack him to disconnect him from an electrical current. Thankfully, my pummeling skills were unneccessary that day.
But one thing I must admit is that he inspires me every Sunday. I love to speak at Women’s events but could never write a sermon on a weekly basis (or, as in the case of this week, write 2 sermons.)
From our “salad years,” ministering in Gatesville, Texas, to pastoring a church of hundreds, John has taken the responsibility of rightly dividing God’s word incredibly seriously. I have attached a link to sermon he preached today. I am truly inspired. Just don’t ask for him to cook dinner.