Comfort Zone
James Merritt
2 Corinthians 1:3
Introduction
1. One of the greatest regrets of my life (that was not my fault) is I never got to meet my mother’s mother. My grandmother, Clara taught school here in this county at Grayson High School. I have met people that she taught and by all accounts from both her family and those who knew her never a godlier woman ever walked the face of this earth. I have shared with you before that she is literally the person that prayed me into the ministry before I was even born. Mama House had a passionate love for Christ that was as hot as the sun and as deep as the ocean.
2. Early in the 19th century she went through something that no one would want to go through, much less a mother. Two of her children an eight-year-old girl and a six-year-old boy had eaten some green apples and developed a disease called ‘‘colitis’’ for which back in the day there was no cure. The eight-year-old girl died and the next day her six-year-old brother died and they were buried together. My great grandfather lived next door to them and that little girl was the apple of his eye. Back in the day they didn’t have funeral homes. After they dressed that little girl up only to wait for the other child to die, he picked her up that afternoon and took her to his house and laid beside her dead body all night long and they said you could hear him wailing and crying from a mile away.
3. My saintly, godly grandmother went through some of the most horrific misery anybody could go through, but she later said that God, in that, did not just give her misery, but gave her a ministry.
4. It didn’t take me long to learn as a pastor that if you talk to anybody long enough, dig deep enough, and listen hard enough you will find everybody has had heartache. No one is immune to heartache. It doesn’t matter whether you love God or not, go to church or don’t. The rain of heartache falls on every roof. The wind of sorrow blows through every window. Th ...
James Merritt
2 Corinthians 1:3
Introduction
1. One of the greatest regrets of my life (that was not my fault) is I never got to meet my mother’s mother. My grandmother, Clara taught school here in this county at Grayson High School. I have met people that she taught and by all accounts from both her family and those who knew her never a godlier woman ever walked the face of this earth. I have shared with you before that she is literally the person that prayed me into the ministry before I was even born. Mama House had a passionate love for Christ that was as hot as the sun and as deep as the ocean.
2. Early in the 19th century she went through something that no one would want to go through, much less a mother. Two of her children an eight-year-old girl and a six-year-old boy had eaten some green apples and developed a disease called ‘‘colitis’’ for which back in the day there was no cure. The eight-year-old girl died and the next day her six-year-old brother died and they were buried together. My great grandfather lived next door to them and that little girl was the apple of his eye. Back in the day they didn’t have funeral homes. After they dressed that little girl up only to wait for the other child to die, he picked her up that afternoon and took her to his house and laid beside her dead body all night long and they said you could hear him wailing and crying from a mile away.
3. My saintly, godly grandmother went through some of the most horrific misery anybody could go through, but she later said that God, in that, did not just give her misery, but gave her a ministry.
4. It didn’t take me long to learn as a pastor that if you talk to anybody long enough, dig deep enough, and listen hard enough you will find everybody has had heartache. No one is immune to heartache. It doesn’t matter whether you love God or not, go to church or don’t. The rain of heartache falls on every roof. The wind of sorrow blows through every window. Th ...
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