SpeechlessSeptember 22, 2008
Well, the wedding a rich occasion. The bride glowed. The husband gushed. The father of the bride welled with pride. The congregation sang and smiled heartily. Oh, and I spoke through a cold.
Thankfully it didn’t sound too bad during the service. But as soon as we were done, my voice cracked. By the Saturday evening I was virtually speechless. By the Sunday morning I was speechless.
So what do you do when you are meant to be preaching on Sunday morning but have no speaking voice? How do you communicate when your sentences emerge as a combination of muffled, monotone groans and voiceless wheeze?
- You pray hard. Hard.
- You stick a towel over your head and inhale hot steam.
- You sip honey, gargle salt water, take paracetamol, and anything else you think might help.
- You ask your fellow pastor to lead the service to save your voice for the sermon.
- You drive to church, sit silently in the vestry, and don’t sing a word of the hymns – inwardly praying, praying, praying.
- And then you trust in the Sovereignty of God, open your mouth and speak.
(Photos by Andrew Robertson)
ps. ‘Miraculously’ my voice held together, even though it was several tones lower than normal. I had my best half an hour of the day, that half hour. Imagine that…