"I had just finished my sermon. The homiletics professor came to
the front of the class to get feedback from the other students.
'Before we begin, Ken,' he smirked, 'I have just one question for you:
What on earth are these?' He held out his two hands, cupped. One of my buddies
shouted, 'Koala nuts!' 'No,' said another, 'I've seen them before. I'm certain
he's holding grapefruits!'
Everyone had a good laugh, and I laughed too - outwardly. The humiliation hurt like
everything. Then I viewed the videotape. I looked like a dweeb! What kind of preaching
motion was that?
I had held out my hands during most of the sermon. No wonder no one heard what I had
to say. As a bored lad in the pew, I remember counting the number of times the pastor
pushed his glasses up his nose - one Sunday more than 50, averaging one every 30 seconds.
I also remember the young pastor who said 'God' as though the word had three syllables,
and the pastor who pronounced 'worship' as 'war-ship.' Like static on the telephone line,
annoying pulpit mannerisms can make hearing the message difficult. I feel responsible to
remove distractions that affect how people hear the gospel, so I've taken pains to reduce
mine as much as possible."