This is the first sermon I have ever preached on a Sunday for which I had neither a complete script nor fairly detailed outline. (I had only five bullet points jotted down in the final minutes before mass began, and I am not sure I ever looked at them while preaching.)
When I first began to preach at St. Vincent's I always spoke from a carefully written and edited script. But I find that as I have slowly begun to liberate myself from a prepared sermon text that our parishioners seem to be able more and more to find genuine meaning in my sermons. I know this is the Spirit's doing and not my own. I must learn to trust that God will make some use of my feeble efforts. I should preach the message my heart feels compelled to preach in the manner that I am being led to preach it, even if it makes people ask me if I used to be a Baptist! (I was baptized into the Anglican expression of being a Christian as an adult and never have been anything else, btw.) I pray the results will serve to feed the flock of Christ as He would have them nourished.