I have to make a disclaimer right at the beginning. I have to tell you that I'm a phony. It's terrible living with yourself after you give a good sermon.
I remember once giving a sermon on death, and I was asking people, "What do we have to fear? If we really believe that death is the beginning of life, it's not the end–" and suddenly I got a pain in the center of my chest.
"Whoa!" I said. "This could be a heart attack!"
And recently they put out a John Powell reader (called Through Seasons of the Heart), and I was asked to review the selections to make sure they were the most important things I wrote. Well, I was reading the manuscript, and I said, "Hey, this is good stuff. Wonder why I don't practice it?"