Uh . . . oh . . .

Due to the arrival of little Ella Blosser, and her dad’s (correct) decision to take the week off, the responsibility for leading worship this coming Sunday night falls on yours truly. Everything except for preaching and communion, anyway (I’m not yet equipped to do the former and not yet ordained to do the latter . . . thankfully, we have an Army Air Force chaplain in our congregation, so he’ll be taking care of those things).

If you’re the praying type, remember me. If you’re not the praying type, then trust Jesus, become the praying type, and remember me. Leading the congregation in corporate confessions and a few prayers (both prescribed and extemporaneous) doesn’t seem like a huge deal, but I’m a rookie. Nerves and feelings of inadequacy and unworthiness abound.