Am I Really the World's Worst Preacher?

The title of the world's worst was bestowed upon me a long time ago. Or maybe it happened later than I thought. Was it the time that I got in trouble because I was to open on Facebook. Was it the time that my former pastor said I didn't act like a preacher. You know, I wasn't legalistic, or I didn't grunt and growl during my sermons, or maybe it was the fact that I didn't always give a biblical answer for every question I was ever asked. It could have been the time that an older lady pulled me to the side and wanted to discuss the way I dressed. She gave me several numbers to department stores that she felt I might like. My suit game was not strong. Maybe this title overtook me on one of those occasions that I fell down the stairs and cursed. Could it have been one of the million times I have been cut off in traffic and cursed again; worse than a drunken sailor this time. I don't know when it happened, but I can tell you that i have the title and I'm not afraid to say that it is undisputed. I'm also guilty of actually being concerned about people. I speak in love, I listen with compassion, and I encourage them. I guess I should change that approach as well. Maybe it would be better if I told all the gays and lesbians that they are going to hell. That should at least get me a seat in Westboro Baptist. Maybe I should burn another religion's holy book. That'll make God proud. Because right now he must absolutely hate the fact that I have friends who are gayer than Elton John. He must really be disappointed that one of my sounding boards is actually a faithful Muslim preacher. And I know he absolutely hates that I make it a point to make friends with people outside the church. Never mind that the ones who need to hear a message of love and not condemnation are often ignored, but it is pleasing to God for me to keep my light hidden within the walls of a church.  I think I've finally figured it out. So maybe one day I won't always be the world's worst preacher.