Mini Sermon

A few weeks ago, I gave my mini-sermon. It was a challenge. I hadn't given a word in a very long time, let alone the type of word I felt on my heart to give. Walking up there, I was more nervous than I thought possible for me to feel. Public speaking doesn't usually shake me. Something about this clasped my nerves in a firm, unrelenting grip. It wasn't until I got up there, closed my eyes and opened my heart in complete surrender that the Holy Spirit just came down and put me completely at ease. His word just came out of me. Whether people got something out of what I said or not, however much my ability to speak publicly might need to improve, that sermon was for me. They might not have been words that I personally needed to hear, but they were words that I personally needed to say. It was the purest form of expression… raw emotion and love-driven passion, guided by the Spirit. If it didn’t grow anyone else, it grew me, in confidence, in capability, in practicing what God’s put inside of me. While at the same time, I didn’t do it for me. It was out of complete and somewhat painful obedience. It was terrifying and yet so satisfying; which is so like His character. We serve a God who is crazy about our lives. He is all-powerful, sovereign and mighty… yet He cares about our lives; He takes in every detail and applies it to the Glory of who He is. Just leaves me awe-struck.

I was planning on putting up my sermon notes... but they disagree with the formatting on my laptop. I'm disappointed but I will have to deal.