Saturday, May 23, 2009
We have been here in Detroit since Thursday. The weather has been very nice. Not much has changed here.
My sister and my friend, Lisa were remarking how on almost every corner is a church, a store, a dry cleaners, and aConey Island. It actually was quite funny to here this. The streets are still in need of repairs. That's such a difference from Arizona, where they keep that state up. They have the prisoners do it. But all in all, I still love this city and call it my home.
I actually was homesick. I told them that if I had a summer job, I would live here in the summer (June thru September) and go back to Arizona in the winter (October thru May). There is no place like home.
So Thursday, all we did was sleep almost all day. Sis. B's house where we stayed was wonderful. In fact, we called it the Sheraton at Sis. B.'s house. She was a gracious hostess and treated us well. We loved her and added her to the list of Detroit moms.
Friday's service was off the chain. I mean, God moved in a mighty way. I wasn't too happy about using this computer to read my notes while I preached. I will not be doing this again. I will always have Braille, even if I have to use a slate and stylus.
Anyway, I preached the "Lessons From the Cage" message. God allowed me to move in the prophetic like I have never before. At the end, I wasn't too sure about going to pray for people. After all, I am usually playing while altar call is going on. So, at first, all the other ministers prayed for those who came to the altar. But I ended up walking the floor, singing over the congregation, and praying for people. I was truly amazed at God. The women were truly blessed. That's all they talked about for the entire weekend so far.
My friend that I hadn't seen in 18 years came to the service. I was toooooo excited to see her. I mean, we grew up together. We played together. We went to Boblo (that was a Detroit park) together. She was my best friend. And now she's back! I feel like a hole that has been there for all this time has finally been filled.
After service, we--my friend A.N, me, my sister, Sis. B. and my awesome organist friend T.R.--went to Big Boy's. I truly missed that place. We ate and had a ball.
I'll write back about Sunday's service. I am still studying. For real, I am scared. I have never preached a Sunday morning service before. I am honored and priveleged that the Bishop would allow me to stand in his pulpit and preach on a Sunday morning, of all days, to his people. I am truly praying that God would move in a mighty way.
