
By 11 a.m., during Lakewood’s second service—it’s only televised segment that day—Osteen cut the numerical bit but kept the anecdotes that earned a lively response: a self-deprecating story about vomiting before a sermon in Atlanta, another about hosting “America’s Night of Hope” at Yankee Stadium. Osteen cried each time he told the Bronx tale, repeating the action of putting his hands over his face and taking dramatic pauses as congregants shouted amens. Osteen went slightly off script in the second service, adding a line about how he “wouldn’t be half of who I am without Victoria.”
To sit through consecutive services is to glimpse Joel’s aw-shucks, family-man persona and witness his abilities to write, rewrite and present in real time.