I preached my first Sunday morning sermon at a small church in Alpine, Texas.
I travelled there from Abilene with a small group of students who would go to small town churches on the weekends and lead the worship service. They needed a preacher and I volunteered.
Afterward, an older man who had preached his share of sermons told me something about preaching I have never forgotten.
He said, “After I preach, there are always three sermons on my mind. There’s the sermon I tried to preach, there’s the sermon I should have preached, and there’s the sermon I actually preached.”
He didn’t offer any more explanation than that.
At the time, I didn’t understand what he was saying.
I think I get it now.