A story from my past here. I was leading the worship service in a nursing home one afternoon. The service took place in a very large common room. There was no sound system for me to use. The best I could hope for was to use my big voice and hope that I could be heard. The service was going quite well. I had finished the sermon. All that was left was the pastoral prayer, a final hymn, and the blessing. I began my pastoral prayer. Tony was a resident at the home. As I was praying, he slowly approached me in his walker. I didn't see him because my eyes were closed in prayer. When he got near me, he said in a loud voice, "Why the hell are you yelling?" I think I jumped four feet in the air. The rest of the worship service went by without a hitch but I don't really remember it- I was still recovering from shock. Three days later I think I managed to jump back into my skin.