Without any doubts, it was the worst week of his life:

Joel rolled his eyes.

“Dad, really? are you going to go over it again? I thought I’d made it clear, why do you insist?”

Joel had his eyes fixed on the editor machines. He was adjusting the audio of one of his fathers’ sermons, who was a minister of the Christian Church at Lakewood, founded years ago on an abandoned feedstore.

His father just smiled and said: “No problem. I understand.” He kissed his son and left the studio.

–

After finishing college seventeen years ago, the young man had taken the job of tv producer, managing broadcasts of the church’s sermons.

He was happy working backstage; but of his six children, his father had always noticed something special in him.

One day, casually speaking, he asked him something.

“Joel, what if you preach this weeks’ sermon? I’m sure you’ll do just fine!”.

Joel didn’t think so.

In fact, he was absolutely sure it won’t be that way.

He had suffered too much through college every time he had a presentation. He was left drenched in sweat, on the brink of collapse and angry from not understanding why he had so much fear of speaking in public.