Saturday, June 22, 2013

Saturday night sermon-writing

Tonight I gave birth to a sermon about trust. Or at least that's how it feels. The only thing missing are the stitches in my vagina. Trust me when I say I've got nothing left for a blog post tonight, but I still love you all.

And if you love me, cross your fingers that I don't totally suck a great big green donkey dick tomorrow at church. The sermon I mean. Not literally. A Man Called Horse read it and gave it a thumbs up, so I don't feel as shitty about it as I did half an hour ago. Writing sermons is harder than writing blog posts about vaginas. And not as much fun.

Thanks for stopping by. Good night.


  1. How did it go? Can I read it? I wish I could have been there. I know you rocked it. <3

    1. I wouldn't say I rocked it, but it was OK. I wasn't happy with the sermon, and that's my own fault. I should have forced myself to write it earlier even though my muse wasn't showing up. She never did show up! But other people in the congregation seemed to like it a lot, so I have to admit I might have lost perspective along the way.

      I want to make some edits and then I'll post it here.