It seems to have been a success–as I intended, it hit a chord with people and they’ll never hear “I’m Just a Girl Who Cain’t Say No” without thinking of this sermon again.
Sermon delivered at St. John the Evangelist, 10 am.
Readings: II Samuel 7:1-5,8-11,16; Ps 89; Romans 16:25-27; Luike 1:26-38
In the name of God, the one, the Undivided Trinity. AMEN.
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they’ll never hear “I’m Just a Girl Who Cain’t Say No” without thinking of this sermon again.
…which might be regarded as a mixed blessing. (To be honest, I wasn’t going to read it, but this sentence lured me in.)
Well, there you go! — this sentence lured me in — my cunning plot is exposed.
One of the perpetual difficulties for the preacher is to try to get people to remember what s/he said after they leave church. Having some sort of hook to hang their memory on means that, long after the sermon is over.
One person at St. John’s remembers a sermon I gave several years ago because I used a vignette involving Starbucks. Now, whenever people who were at St. John’s yesterday hear Oklahoma! they’ll think of this sermon.
I don’t think anyone got an earworm from it, as I didn’t burst into song…
for those of us with reasonably good memories, you don’t have to sing it to plant earworms.
curse you!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-klahoma, where the wind comes sweeping down the plain!
Oh the farmer and the cowhand should be friends!