Seeing Hancock and Spur of the moment preaching (sort of)

So this past weekend Emily and i planned it out so that we would get to go see a mavoie on saturday night, which was cool because as many of you know, babies dont allow for much alone time. So we have our dear friend Kami babysit for us and we go to Chillicothe to go see the new Will Smith movie, Hancock. IT has become a tradition for Emily and i to go see the new Will Smith movie on opening weekend (Pursuit of Happyness, I am Legend, now this) and we thought it would be cool to do so.

We both loved the movie, i mean loved it. It had a great deal of profanity, and the lead character boozed it up, alot, but i want to tell you, if it was even appropriate for a film to have it (which is up for debate if it is) this was the film. His character was heroic, funny and sad. Which is basically what Christians today are. We are destined for great things, but our own selfish wants and "needs" get in the way and we screw it up. Plus it was the 1st superhero movie i have seen in years that i didnt feel like i was in a 12 year old nerd convention as i walked in or our of the theatre.Comic book purist hated the film, but to be fair, they hate anything that isnt their grandma's basement (that was mean, my bad.)

After the movie at about 9:30 pm, Ray (another Pastor at South Side) calls me and tells me the missionary that was scheduled to preach in the morning called and he was stuck in Atlanta, so he asked if i could do it. I didnt even hestitate and decided i would. Now the only problem is i was taking a task that i usually spend around 30 hours, and using about 3 hours to prepare for it. But i did. I got done at about 12:30am or so, and went to bed. Sunday morning i preached on the subject of John chapter 5, when the man said he wanted to be healed, but Jesus asked him if that was what he truly wanted. It had alot to do with the fact that we say we want our troubles to end, but we refuse to do anything to end them. It went good, i guess.

You never really know how good a sermon goes, at times people will say nice things, or mean things. But then at times they will say nothing, but, it doesnt matter. I want to help, but i am really only speaking for an audience of one (God). But yeah, never preached on that short of notice before, it was fun. So all-in-all fun weekend.