Well, at our worship committee meeting back in October, I passed on some information about doing a "blue Christmas" service, and then when I discovered a month later that we actually were going to do one, I then felt obligated to be involved in putting it together, doing the music, etc.
It all worked out pretty well (see my blog entry on the topic), but there was a time there when I kinda wished I hadn't brought it up at all :-)
Hey Phil, I've been wracking my brain as to what stories there are that I actually wish I'd never said, etc...but I can't think of any. I'm sure there's been plenty, but probably by the grace of God I don't remember the rubbish :-)
I can get tongue tied at times - mind working quicker than the mouth (that's my excuse anyway) - but it's usually during prayer meetings and is never actually anything I wish I'd never said, just words tripping all over the place. I generally speak more slowing from the platform though, so it's less of an issue.
If I do think of anything, I'll be back - I always am :-)
I once was talking about Jesus on the cross and said that He spilled his blood for us, and after service a guy came up to me and said, Jesus didn't spill his blood because that would mean that he had an accident. He poured his blood out for us. I just sat there stunned with a deer in the headlights look as he walked off.
As we were heading out to Sunday School, Joel Osteen was on and I heard him say something that 'I" thought would be really cool to use in worship service, I was wrong.
Music was going great and in the middle of one of the songs I began to exort, the congregation was behind me as I began to repet what I heard Osteen proclaim. "God is so great and powerful, when He is in you He makes you powerful. It's like Clark Kent stepping out of a phone booth as Superman, (crowd goes crazy) it's like Peter Parker being bitten by the spider and becoming Spiderman, (crowd is extatic) and for the younger generation, it's like Miley Cyrus transforming into Hanna Montanna, (this is where there was a moment of silence and then the sound of cricketts)
One Easter time at a concert in Alabama, I was singing a song I wrote -"He Knew Everything About Me" about the woman at the well. As people were worshipping I went into the Phil Johnson song "Calvary Calvary, was it meant for Him..." and I was thinking that it would be cool to go into a Carol Cymbala song about Mary - "I wish they all could see through a mother's eyes".
Imagine my horror to come back to the present to hear myself singing Calvary, Calvary- is that my cross SHE's taking up calvary."