he will speak for himself

Frightening to appear before the flock with a message from above. Thought of repeating such a performance too overwhelming to consider. Flesh cries out for mercy, and throws up random excuses of little depth. First to come to mind was lack of available topics for future delivery.

In a flash (and documenting so the flesh shuts up): golden calf, true love, faithsteps, Ps23, Moses & the cleft, Roman commander & slave

Fleshing these out might seem the task, but can't even meditate on one for a second, and the sound from above completely fills the ears. Never need doubt inspiration. Point is, one doesn't need inspiration; one needs willing ears.