Sunday I went to church in Batumi for the first time. As it turns out, the number four bus stops in front of my apartment building and also in front of the building where my church meets.
This is a Pentecostal Church and so speaking in tongues would be normal. They had two men who preached, one spoke in Georgian and the other in Russian. It was impossible for me to tell who’s sermon it was. I was hearing the interpretation in my headphones via my iPhone. Somewhere in this auditorium a woman was translating the sermon into English.
All this is the correct Biblical way to speak in tongues. On the day of Pentecost everyone heard Peter preach in their own language. This was a miracle of the Holy Spirit and did not require a human interpreter.
A big shout out to the people who follow me. Unfortunately I’ve had to leave Russia. It became impossible to receive any funds from the US. I am currently living in Batumi, Georgia.
This is my family in the living room of my apartment in Kimovsk, Russia. I am a disabled Vietnam veteran. Seventy six years of age. My son Aleksandr (left), and my granddaughter Dasha (center) look in on me. Here, I had hoped to live out my retirement years.
