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 gotten out of the way. You told me three times you were coming!”