The Worst Sermon I Ever Preached

urlI still remember my first real sermon. It was on a Sunday night in a small country church. They’d asked me to fill in that night while their preacher was gone and this teenager was really nervous about it. I’d done a couple of short Wednesday night devotionals, but NEVER a real Sunday sermon.

I remember that night vividly. I can remember my topic and even the points of my sermon. I still remember the song I decided to lead during the sermon that went along with the topic of my lesson. What I remember most was that none of it went well. I was so nervous I could barely talk. It just so happened that the song I chose to lead, NO one knew. I pretty much did a solo during the whole song, which was pure terror to this teenage boy. The most painful thing that evening was knowing that those poor people had to sit through the worst sermon ever.

As I stepped down from the pulpit following the sermon I remember thinking, “I’ll NEVER do that again. I’m just not cut out for preaching.” As customary, the preacher was to go to the back after the sermon and shake hands with everyone as they left. I took the long dreaded walk from the front to the back. I didn’t want to talk to anyone, and I prayed that the Lord would just come back right then and take us all to heaven.

Whatever you do, don’t stop preaching.”

While walking to the back, I looked up and there stood my dad. He’d driven an hour to come hear me preach my first sermon. I gave him a half smile, ducked my head and took my place by the door to shake hands with everyone as they left. As people walked by I got more than a few tips on things I could do better but most people that were nice enough to just smile and walk on by. Then my dad walked by. He stuck out his hand and shook mine, then smiled and said,“Son, that is by far the best sermon I’ve ever heard.” Then he added, “Whatever you do, don’t stop preaching.”

Twenty-five years later, I’m thankful for two things …

  1. I’m thankful that God put my Dad there that night when I preached that horrible sermon.
  2. I’m glad that I took my Dad’s advice.

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I am a Christian husband and father, who moonlights as the minister for the church of Christ in Childress, Texas. My wife Lea and I have been married for 25 years. We are doing our best to raise our 4 boys, who are all growing up way too fast. Read 1182 articles by
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  1. Thank you for the honesty, and I can totally relate… I’ve been the electric guitarist in a lot of praise & worship teams over the past two decades – but when my Pastor called me on a Wednesday night in 2005 and said, “Oh by the way, you’re the new worship team leader, starting Sunday”, I was floored. My first time lead singing was far from stellar. In fact I’d say its taken me years to develop some vocal control that I wasn’t born with.

    I am thankful my pastor kept encouraging me, even when I wanted to go hide in shame.

    Much love to you brother! Looking forward to a cup of coffee with you in the Kingdom one day!

  2. Greg England says:

    Great memory! Glad you stayed with it.
    My father-in-law to be tapped me on the shoulder one Wednesday night and said, “You’re going to preach a sermon here next Sunday night,” I nearly died of cardiac arrest. He was 6’5″ and weighed about 250 pounds and none of it was fat! Two of us would preach that night and we were both teenagers. The first guy was like hearing Jeff Walling on his best day! I remember almost nothing about it other than the contrast between the two of us was striking. The other guy quoted all his Scriptures and didn’t use any notes. He was animated, funny, and knew how to use people’s emotions to bring them to his points. I was wondering how he learned to speak so well.
    Then I got up. I got up. Knees shaking. Sucking on a Life Saver, rattling it across my teeth for the entire time I was speaking. I was pathetic. Couldn’t remember a thing I had prepared. Couldn’t take my eyes off my notes. I, too, said I’d never do that again. And after 30 years of preaching, I quit.

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