I heard a story one time about a new, cocky young preacher, straight out of seminary. He was going to preach his very first sermon in a big, old Presbyterian church. The church had an elevated pulpit with a long flight of stairs leading up to it. This kid was about as prideful as he could be. All week leading up to his sermon, he bragged on how well he was going to do and how he was going to be the next great preacher. This church won’t be big enough to hold all the people who will come. Well, Sunday came. He strutted up those stairs when he got up to preach. Then he proceeded to lose his place in his notes. Not that that mattered much, because his notes were horrible anyway. He stuttered and stammered all the way through his sermon. When he finished, he hung his head in humility and walked slowly back down that long flight
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