The new preacher had just begun his sermon. He was a little nervous, and about ten minutes into the sermon his mind went blank. After a brief second of complete panic, he remembered What they had taught him in seminary about situations like this: repeat the last point.
His teacher assured him this would help him remember What was supposed to come next. So he gave it a try.
"Behold, I come quickly," he said.
Still his mind was blank. He tried again.
"Behold, I come quickly."
Still nothing. He tried one more time -- speaking and gesturing with
such force that he fell forward, knocking the pulpit to one side,
tripping over the flower pot, and falling into the lap of a little old lady in the front row. The young preacher apologized profusely.
"That's all right, young man," said the little old lady.
"It was my fault. I should have gotten out of the way. You told me three times you were coming!"