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sometimes i'm glad that i never became a preacher. its not easy, its got be nerve racking and it can't always be fun. case in point... our youth guy is also a part of our teaching team. this past sunday as he was finishing up his intro to his sermon, many(nearly everyone) heard him drop The F-Bomb. thats right the mother of all cuss words. and he never missed a beat. he had no idea that heads were turning all over to see if anyone else was reacting. now before i continue let me defend my friend and say he did not infact drop The F-Bomb. how do i know? because i was video taping the service to used this coming week at another campus. its kind of a shame that after the service the only thing people were talking about is whether or not he swore. most of our regulars know him and know he would never do something like that. new-comers and first-timers had to be scratching their heads wondering what kinda church we are. anyways after the service i came back to office to watch the tape and see exactly what happened. it was clear that he did not swear. it was simply him trying to speak two sentencs at once. he started off by saying "we forgot the point" but stopped half way through and finished with "miss the point", so it kinda came out "we fugt missed the point." the complicate things he was kind of laughing as he said it. the past few days i've been having to show everyone in the office the infamous F-bomb. poor guy, he's been so worried that an innocent slip of the tongue may have driven people away. he's also never going to live down his new office knickname, Pottymouth.