by Moody Adams
When I walked into the 1,200 seat (all on the main floor) auditorium of Dr. Abiel Amaya's church in Santa Ana, El Salvador early, there were not 20 people there.

I could understand the poor crowd. They were doing everything wrong.

With the temperature in the 90s there was no air conditioning. I know people wonít come to a building that hot.

The seats were simple hard wood with no pads. Who would sit on anything this uncomfortable for an hour and a half.

Then too, the pastor is a medical doctor who works 40 hours a week in a local clinic. Part-time pastors just canít get much done.

It was obvious when the service started, that they donít understand how to use music. There was no band, not even a set of drums. No new songs; just the old hymns like ďAt the Cross.Ē This kind of music is out of date.

The pastor is an humble, unassuming man who stood at the front with a hand in his pocket as the singing ended. But when Dr. Abiel Amaya []l started preaching, electricity filled the air. He gave scripture after scripture and applied them to the audienceís delight. After 55 years of preaching I learned much about preaching listening to him.

When I looked back at the crowd, I was shocked. The auditorium was virtually filled. Over 1,000 people attended on this hot night, just to sing old hymns and hear Bible preachings.

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