Here is the video I spoke about in Sunday night's sermon.
November 13, 1989. 11:30 AM I had just finished my lunch in the teacher's workroom and was walking back to my classroom. I was teaching at San Jacinto Elementary in San Angelo, Texas at the time. Up until then, it had been a typical November day. As I walked past the school office, the door swung open, and a fellow teacher stepped out with a look of concern on her face. She spoke directly to me and said, “Your wife’s on the phone, and it sounds serious.” I ran into the office, took the phone, and heard my wife say, “I don’t know what happened, but your brother is on life support in a hospital in Austin.” Twelve hours later, my father and I were sharing a room in a hotel on I-35 in Austin. My sister-in-law, Sandy, and her six-year-old daughter, Araceli, were in a room across the hall. I hardly slept that night. I would doze off and suddenly wake up to my father crying and calling out my brother’s name. My brother was dead. Osiel had collapsed that morning while his h...
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I remember when my brother had gone to Cuba years ago, and the Church there was so different from here. They were so hungry for God. It started pouring rain, as they were having a service. They didn't have a building, but they didn't go home. They searched for a tent and continued their service...not a one went home.
We, on the other hand, if there is a hint of a rain cloud, choose to sometimes stay home. God forgive us for our watered-down Christianity. We need to hunger for holiness. I need to hunger for holiness.
Thanks for sharing this, Pastor.