Coming
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 apologised profusely.
"That's all right, young man," said the little old lady. "It was my fault, I should have moved out of the way. You told me three times you were coming."