17 minutes

Last night we had another youth meeting at the school where I teach English. The format was much the same as every other month: a few songs, a short prayer, a couple of games, announcements, a message and some time to hang out and eat snacks afterwards. I led a song and shared the message. I preached it up as best as I could for 17 minutes.

For about five hours each week I teach whatever the text book dictates, trying to use as much English as possible in the lessons. When I have the chance to speak in their language about whatever I choose.... I take it.

Sometimes preaching seems like such a weak tool. One chick standing in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans... talking. Words, stories, experiences and life lessons, spoken with every bit of passion that a white girl can muster in a language she still hasn't mastered. Yet, I believe God can (and did) speak through the words. Even though it was only 17 minutes.