Yesterday morning I was preaching on Romans 10:14-21 and really emphasizing that it's not about the preacher but about the message, which is Christ -- when my voice gave out, completely. I was almost struck dumb; I could only squawk. A tickle in the throat all week had become laryngitis. I had about 5 minutes of sermon to do. I tried a sip of water and yet could only squawk. I squawked to the duty elder, "Fred, you are going to have to finish the sermon for me." Thankfully, I had a full manuscript of the sermon. He entered the pulpit and finished what I had begun. The poetry of the moment was eloquent. It's not about the preacher but the message, which is Christ.