Apparently-according to the retired minister I ‘preached my socks off’ yesterday. It’s not a phrase that I have heard before. As it happens one sock was stripey the other had spots. I’ve now got visions of them floating down the nave!
If it wasn’t for the homiletic police I would post said sermon here but I unashamedly knicked it from something I heard Mark Russell preach at an inclusive church conference a few years ago, adapted it and made it mine. One day I will have an original thought and the socks really will fly off.