This past Sunday I had the pleasure and privilege (there's a well-worn phrase, but as appropriate to this as well-worn shoes are to the well-worn path) of helping to lead morning worship. I led the congregation as we recited the Apostle's Creed...and my knees were shaking. I was told I had the steady booming voice on, which I'm glad of, 'cause I couldn't really tell.

I am assured that I'll get used to it.

We'll see what happens when I'm not just reciting.