Dearest brothers and sisters of our most holy, more amazing, most awe-inspiring fellowship of word smiths, jumping jive janglers, sensual sirens, and confessional characters;
Every time I get up in front of you, I like to think I bare a little bit of my soul, share a little bit of my weathered heart. Bringin' forth some truths that may be a bit hard to swallow. Seasonin' your ears with fire spittin' out of my mouth.
I've talked at you about myself being a humble man, a hopeful man, a loving man, a broken man, an imperfect man.
I've talked at you about various social and religious plagues that not only inhabit our society, but have festered within us all, yours truly included.
I've talked about hypocrisies within society, unfair treatment of our brethren, making right with those we have wronged, loving those who have never seen love.
I've talked about all of this, to you, and still, I see some problems in our congregation.
Now, I'm done preachin' to the choir, I know most of you can testify to seeing these plights as well, so I'm going to speak to the rest of the congregation. I'm going to light a little fire under their seats. I'm going to make them sweat with discomfort, weep with jubilation, moan in ecstasy, and then I'm going to open my mouth.
So sit back, dear choir, because this young preacher is about to lay down the universal law.
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