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The Sermon That Slipped Between the Cracks

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A Georgia country preacher stayed up to prepare for his sermon all night.
He put the outline on a notecard to eliminate any oversight.
It was going to be a doozy, and he couldn’t wait to preach that morning.
He was on fire for God, his pure heart full of yearning.

He was tingling with anticipation thinking of the day,
And stayed on his knees most of the night to pray.
Sunday morning dawned a day of perfection that God had created.
He headed to church with his wife and children, and felt elated.

God is so good, he thought in awe… he hoped someone would be blessed.
When the time came for his sermon, he pulled the notecard out of his vest.
He wanted to get the show on the road, but then he stopped in his tracks,
For when he set the notecard on the pulpit, it fell down between the cracks.

He had no way to retrieve the card, and he momentarily panicked.
He decided he had to come clean with the congregation, and not be frantic.
He said, “I had a fantastic sermon prepared, but my outline has slipped between this crack,”
“And I have no way of getting it back!”

The congregation roared with side splitting laughter.
The sound could be heard above the rafters.
So he decided to wing it without the notecard,
And poured his heart out before the Lord.

He did an outstanding job, and my Mother was so proud.
She praised God, and shouted aloud.
She told him later, she didn’t know what the congregation enjoyed most,
His sermon that had fallen between the cracks, or a message of which he could boast.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 10/26/2016 6:23:00 PM
I liked your poem Brenda & how you included some more information below this comment. One of the best churches I have ever attended was Pentecostal. God Bless you.
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Date: 10/24/2016 2:41:00 AM
This is a true story. The country preacher is my Father, Reverend Franklin Butler. He went to Heaven for his reward in 2013. He was a Pentecostal preacher and pastor in the Church of God for about 50 years. My Mother is Betty Harp Butler, who is on poetrysoup. She has written hundreds of poems, and countless songs. God has been good to our family.
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