The Emmy Awards started, so everyone left, but there was still an organic congregation of about 100 people to preach to: the leftover crowd, ushers in their natty red suits, posses of LAPD, and assorted hangers-on. I found a wall to climb on and with a little humor to start my sermonette, I let ‘er rip. You can hear a heckler whining about something in the background, which meant God’s Word was doing it’s work. (Toward the end of the sermon the battery in the camera died, but our videographer kept it going with nary a hitch, to give the full flavor of the preaching.)
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Paul Latour