Tonight marks my first real preaching in Argentina. I remember teaching a little last year in Chaco as well, but the more I look back on it, the more I am certain that no one understood me. This year, I'm pretty sure they got the message. hardy har.
I spoke about something that God had impressed on my heart during Noche Buena, or Christmas Eve. I talked about Psalm 23 as well as Luke 15:1-7, looking at the metaphor of being shepherded by Jesus. I focused on what it means to be broken by God.
When I sat down after my 21 min 26 sec sermonette, the older woman next to me pulled my ear to her mouth. She began speaking quickly and very softly that honestly, I didn't hear much of anything. There were some "thank yous" some "you don't know how much I was blessed by what you just said" and some other things.
All I know was it was enough to confirm that God used me, and that was cool.
In other news: Truco has been played, Fernet has been drunk, siestas have been enjoyed, long drives in the back of a truck with some great friends have taken place, a little PlayStation 3 action, and much much more.
I love Chaco.