Saturday I did something that many people feel is impossible for me—I didn’t talk. Why?
With the slip of a surgeon’s scalpel, several years ago, I lost the ability to speak—a fairly important skill to a preacher. My world crashed in around me.
As weeks became months, I drifted into depression and was losing hope. It wasn’t the cancer that scared me, my prognosis was good-it was the thought that without a voice, I was useless to God, my church and my family that paralyzed me. It was beginning to look like I’d never preach again.
Then on January 29th, after a year of silence and partial silence, God restored my voice and extended my ministry. And I am grateful. So every year, on the anniversary of that date, I honor the Lord with a speech fast to help me remember.
I remember that when I preach, it is God’s words, not my words that I speak. I remember that without His power, I could never speak them-literally.
I remember that God’s people are good. His church did no…