I think it went rather well.
Except for the part where I accidentally and inadvertently said crap from the pulpit.
And, no, not proverbial crap.
I said the actual word crap.
My oldest son told me he immediately looked around the room to see if his teachers were hanging their head in shame and disgust.
My daughter told me she felt I would have to give a quarter to the swear jar.
My middle son was too busy reading Calvin & Hobbs to notice.
Do you think it means they won't be asking me to talk again for a while?
I do hope so.
P.S. Those of you confused by the title, see this article. J. Golden Kimball was a prominent leader in the early days of our church who liked to swear from the pulpit. He's a legend of sorts and it took all my power to convince the husband NOT to name any of our children after him.