That's how my sermon went over today.

I guess I'll have those kinds of days, but I hate 'em.

I felt really off kilter this moring, like nothing was making contact. Even the children, who are usually pretty kind and generous to me seemed to be looking at me with an "Is that the best you can do?" look on their faces when I tried to introduce the idea of transfiguration. To top it all off, I fumbled a few times with the delivery of a sermon I really felt okay with until I was three pages into it.

So I'm left with this question: which is better, a worship service I feel pretty good about, after which there are passive-agressive shenanigans, or a service after which people are pretty nice to me because they felt sorry for me because I preached a dog?

I think I like the first one better...