So brother-pastors, maybe you're still smarting a bit from Sunday. Maybe you felt you had a good message, but delivered it poorly or ineffectively. You just don't feel like you're connecting with your hearers.
Fret no more! Thanks to a tip from reader Yurie Hwang, I can now offer you this...
I think it's, like... hysterical?
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
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Having inflicted Twilight on myself before going away for a week, I like, totally appreciate that video. Awesome.
I have the first one down, "Be born hot."
;)
My 6th grade Sunday school teacher had a lazy eye. He was like a Seinfeld character. When he spoke to you, his line of sight was slightly off kilter to the right. In his mind, he was looking at you right in the eyes. From my vantage point, it was like he was talking to a little man sitting on my shoulder.
Your shoulder-angel?
Wow, am I, like, totally glad I got out of the communication coaching profession?
Because this Kristen girl would have put me out of, like, business?
Except for the hotness part, though.
LOL!!
I've only watched the video twice now, and I'm certain that just like the "I am a cat lover and I love to run" song has not yet left us, this, too, will be permanently re-enacted by my grateful children.
Whateves.
I wonder if she has a volume on sentence structure, because...?
(eye roll.)
I just hope that, by this little offering of mine, preachers will preach more good.
1. That Valley-girl eulogy is to die for!
2. Merrilee--thanks for reminding me about that sobbing girl who hyperventilated over all the cats she couldn't hug. What a crack-up....
Re preaching more good: My grandmother was remembered in writing by one of her former pastors several years after her death, with the following note on his (now-defunct) blog. I found it on a search for her name a few years back and kept a copy of it for posterity. In part, he said this (and I share it with previously obtained permission from him to use it however I desire):
Nell Taylor was the honors English teacher at Chattooga County High School for decades. The daughter of a Methodist preacher and the mother of one herself, she often referred to me as her “second preacher son.” The first time I met “Miss Nell” as we called her, was in the receiving line following church my first Sunday in the pulpit – the first Sunday I preached my first bonafide sermon out of seminary. I’ll never forget her. I introduced myself, “Hello! I’m Patrick Wrisley.” I looked down into the face of a woman some six inches shorter than me whose glasses lens magnified her eyes so they looked like the face of a very kind owl.
“I know who you are. My name is Nell Taylor. Preacher, if you’re going to acheive the level of ministry you’re capable of acheiving, then you’re going to have to work on your use of personal pronouns.”
Ha.
Ha ha ha.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha....
My favorite part is when the guy giving the presentation tries to twirl his hair, I think that I would lose it in a sermon if the preacher started doing that haha
But if that was against the rules you could totally, like, delete that? It just, like, reminded me of that, you know?
best tutorial video ever. thanks K-Stew.
best tutorial video ever. thanks K-Stew.
Imagine a preacher trying to hammer home the eternal truths of Scripture while looking down, biting his lip, and speaking like...this...like...you know...?
Somehow—I can't quite place it—but it just wouldn't have the ring of conviction or authority to it.
The guy giving the presentation spoke pretty "good" and incorporated many of the tips.
I would just add that if my beloved pastor played with his hair during a sermon, it would come (ahem) unhinged in such a way that no good could come of it. And we would miss the...
This is no good.
"Be born hot"???
Alas....
Eden and I have been wandering round today turning declarative sentences into questions. It's surprisingly good fun?
I applied all those things in my first sermon, years ago…and the Church never invited me back.
Maybe it is because I played with my tie instead of my hair.
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