I’ve been asked to preach. In a church, y’all. The only other time I’ve preached is in preaching class to my professor, classmates, friends, and family, all of which friendly faces.
This Sunday I’ll be going to a little country church with my short hair, tattoos, and piercings to preach to a congregation that may or may not be fully affirming of women in the pulpit. Their website still has remnants of SBC associations (definitely not affirming of women) which makes me nervous. I’m pretty sure I have Enneagram 6 in me which means I’m preparing for someone to get up and walk out in the middle of my sermon. But these are really the least of my worries. Yes, the least.