Stagediving From The Pulpit

Yesterday was a very eventful day. I was to do the welcome at our church in the pastor's absence. After making sure that I had the announcements that I needed in place I proceeded to exit the pulpit area. I wasn't paying much attention and counting the steps in my head "one... two... three". The next step should be the floor or at least that's the way it went in my head. Truth is, there's one more step. I found that out the hard way as I picked myself up off the floor.

The diagnosis: fractured ankle. That's right, my first ever broken bone came from falling out the pulpit. Sorry thing was that I was supposed to preach that night, too.


Christy said...

I've fallen off the stage like that. Thankfully I didn't break anything except my pride! Hope and pray you heal quickly.