With Victorian-style public lectures now a rarity, listening to anyone speak to a crowd, for most of us above school age, occurs only when the best man tells stories of the groom\u2019s indiscretions. \u201cUnaccustomed as I am to public speaking\u201d\u009d is as much a case of \u201cunaccustomed as I am to public listening\u201d\u009d.<\/p>\n
Pity the preacher then, who, as well as the regular Sunday gig, is drafted in for school assemblies, the Women\u2019s Institute and the odd Rotary dinner.<\/p>\n
The vicar is charged with delivering something memorable, neither too long nor too short, and not just once in a while, but week in week out. For me, the Sunday sermon looms large enough to make many a Saturday night sleepless. As I step nervously up the pulpit steps I worry that my waffling will leave them uninspired or, worse still, asleep. But while preaching is culturally alien to many, and being \u201cpreached at\u201d\u009d unappealing to most, it is similar to something we are more used to seeing: standup comedy.<\/p>\n