Shout Out (4 of 4)
Series: Music to My Ears
James Merritt
Psalm 147
Welcome to those watching online and to those at our campuses.
Introduction
1. I grew up in the quintessential deep south small country church that is 20 miles from where I am standing right now. We had everything from hymn books to homecoming dinners. In the summer, we gave out fans for the ladies and opened all the windows, because there was no air-condition. I was baptized in the same church where my mom and dad were baptized.
2. Every single Sunday without exception, you could count on three things that was going to happen. First, the choir was going to sing right before the pastor got up to preach. Second, as soon as the pastor got up to preach, a man by the name of Mr. Skelton was immediately going to go to sleep (I do mean immediately). It wasn't because he was being rude or because he was uninterested, but he had what we now know today as a ''sleep disorder.'' It didn't matter where he was. If he got very still he would go to sleep.
3. My dad didn't know that and it all greatly irritated him that Mr. Skelton would go to sleep during the sermon. One Wednesday night when we had what we called ''prayer meeting'' my dad made it a point to seat right next to him (I know this because I was sitting right next to my dad). Mr. Skelton, true to form, went to sleep immediately when the pastor began to preach. My dad waited about 10 minutes, leaned over, punched him on the shoulder and said, ''The pastor just called on you to pray.'' Mr. Skelton got up in the middle of the pastor's sermon and began to pray. He got about 20 words into the prayer when he realized everybody was laughing at him. His face turned red as a beet, but he was a good sport about it, sat down and went back to sleep. I noticed he made it a point to never let my dad sit next to him again
4. The third thing that would happen is at the end of that service we would always close by singing what we called ''The Dox ...
Series: Music to My Ears
James Merritt
Psalm 147
Welcome to those watching online and to those at our campuses.
Introduction
1. I grew up in the quintessential deep south small country church that is 20 miles from where I am standing right now. We had everything from hymn books to homecoming dinners. In the summer, we gave out fans for the ladies and opened all the windows, because there was no air-condition. I was baptized in the same church where my mom and dad were baptized.
2. Every single Sunday without exception, you could count on three things that was going to happen. First, the choir was going to sing right before the pastor got up to preach. Second, as soon as the pastor got up to preach, a man by the name of Mr. Skelton was immediately going to go to sleep (I do mean immediately). It wasn't because he was being rude or because he was uninterested, but he had what we now know today as a ''sleep disorder.'' It didn't matter where he was. If he got very still he would go to sleep.
3. My dad didn't know that and it all greatly irritated him that Mr. Skelton would go to sleep during the sermon. One Wednesday night when we had what we called ''prayer meeting'' my dad made it a point to seat right next to him (I know this because I was sitting right next to my dad). Mr. Skelton, true to form, went to sleep immediately when the pastor began to preach. My dad waited about 10 minutes, leaned over, punched him on the shoulder and said, ''The pastor just called on you to pray.'' Mr. Skelton got up in the middle of the pastor's sermon and began to pray. He got about 20 words into the prayer when he realized everybody was laughing at him. His face turned red as a beet, but he was a good sport about it, sat down and went back to sleep. I noticed he made it a point to never let my dad sit next to him again
4. The third thing that would happen is at the end of that service we would always close by singing what we called ''The Dox ...
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