Forgot to share this partSo on Sunday I read a story in the aisle as my sermon.
I borrowed a stool from the band (they're MIA these days, anyway). The one stool we had was back by the drum set. I used it just fine at the 8:00 service, sat in the aisle and worked out well.
At 10:30, I picked up the story, picked up the stool, gave my little intro about the author and why I was doing this, and got settled in to read.
When I noticed I was slowly sinking, sinking lower. Somehow I had jostled it while setting up. I felt like I was the Wicked Witch--"I'm melting, I'm melting."
Humility comes in many forms.