I can remember the day I discovered I wasn’t a rock star.
As a young intern at our church, I received the assignment to preach on Genesis 10; ‘the generations of the sons of Noah, Shem, Ham, and Japheth.’
Although every word of Scripture is breathed out by God, I suspect this passage has not sparked many revivals.
I had no clue about the world of Genesis 10, and even less about the world of my audience–men struggling with addiction–that day. But I didn’t know what I didn’t know, and didn’t think to ask an older, seasoned pastor for help. As I began to preach, my inexperience became clear to everyone. Especially me.