Ever lay a dud?

Many years ago while Bible college I had the unusual privilege to hear a foot stomping, pulpit breaking, amen demanding preacher named Karl (I'll withhold the last name here). It was actually quite entertaining and sometimes inspiring. During one particularly energized illustration he lost his train of thought and absolutely messed up the illustration. He stopped mid-sentence, and without a breath asked, "Ever lay a dud?" After a good laugh he picked up where he left off and continued his message. As simple as this is, for some reason that little incident has stuck with me throughout these many years.

As I reflect on the events of this day, the foremost thought that comes to mind is, "Ever lay a dud?" My series through the book of First Peter has us in the 4th-9th verses of chapter two and to be quite honest, tonight really was awful. I lost my train of thought on several occasions, repeated my self often, and just barely made the passage understandable, if I did so at all. Arriving home this evening I told my wife, "That was painful," and she didn't even respond. Laying duds is exhausting and this evening I am exhausted.