Preaching

This morning I preached at the Soweto Vineyard Church that I attended camp with. I was asked to speak about how to reach the youth of the community, so I spoke about authentic love. I was fully mentally prepared to speak with an interpreter, but when I actually got into the spot where that was happening, I found out that it throws me off a bit. It's really hard to gain momentum with the message when you can only say a sentence or less at a time. Other than the fact that I went through a translator (which they always do...the service is usually in English and is translated into Zulu), I felt that things went really well. I said what I beleieve God laid on my heart for this morning and that's what's important.