Second fiddle…

…was my place yesterday morning.  I preached at the baptismal service for a plucky and radiant teenager.  Her own story of how she came to faith, which cannot have lasted more than 90 seconds, was delivered with a clarity, honesty and charm which utterly eclipsed the sermon.  The thing is, I couldn’t be happier. On some occasions, the preacher really ought to play second fiddle.

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