Second Lesson Sermons For Sundays After Pentecost
"Lord, have mercy on me." My earliest memory of that statement goes back to a little farm in central Alabama. It was summertime. That meant I would be spending about two weeks with my Aunt Etta and Uncle Lee near Fayette. One of my favorite times was when I would hear in the distance that familiar rumble of the mail truck. I ran to meet the mailman as fast as my feet would carry me. I could hardly wait to give the letter to Aunt Etta, because without doubt she would say, "Lord, have mercy on me" if she received a letter from her sister, my grandmother.
