Preaching with more tears than prose
Allow me to be expansive in my celebration of the goodness of God today. I confess, were you not to allow it, I would be still. How can one not celebrate One so loving, so caring, so powerful, and able to move beyond our human frailties to demonstrate His awesomeness!
God came to church yesterday, somewhat despite us. We were bone tired having worked late, unadvisedly, Saturday night preparing for our January prayer conference. He woke me up early and I sensed Him speaking to my heart saying you should be up now, let others sleep. I dutifully arose and began to prepare for the service, work on my message, pray and do all the sundry things godly pastors do at four thirty am on Sunday morning.
Halfway through worship I cried out to God to do something; and He did. The glory of God enveloped us, I lay prostrate. Finally I got up to preach and could not, could not read the text of Scripture. Oh I tried. The presence of God filled the house, the Holy Spirit began to touch people, and move in the place. I would go back to my text and would have to give up again; so for some moments we simply reveled in His presence.
In the midst of such glory I had a carnal thought, Read more
AUTHOR
pastor bola olivia ogedengbe,
The Theophilus Company,
ABBA HOUSE, Paris,
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