Cleto’s timing left no room for more than about two exquisitely self-conscious questions like this, leaving me no recourse but to speak from my struck heart—or as near to that spot as I could get—which means that I do not remember one word I said.
This reader had a similar experience although not nearly as exquisite. Long before I answered God’s call to ministry, about 15 years, I was asked to offer the blessing prior to a wedding rehearsal dinner. With absolutely no time to prepare, I prayed from the heart as the Spirit moved me. Later that evening, the mother of the groom asked me for a written copy of the prayer. I had to respectfully decline as I had no memory of what I prayed.
