Sermonettes for a Sunday Morning

<p>Approximately four years ago I—a healthy energetic independent woman—became so ill that I was practically bedridden. I needed assistance for all the things I took for granted in my daily life.</p><p>Before my illness I exhorted Sunday morning service preached God’s Word and ministered to the congregation. I had always been considered hyperactive. I worked out four days a week. I tried to be the dedicated wife and mother that God had instructed women to be. I worked as a public school teacher and as executive director of Sure Foundation Child Care Inc.; I maintained an immaculate house and the Grace Cathedral International complex.</p><p>I pastored along with my husband Bishop R. W. Harris. We were a team. We were visionaries. With God’s help I would make sure I encouraged not hindered his visions for the ministry and he did the same for mine. God moved in miraculous ways for us.</p><p>It was difficult for me to comprehend suddenly becoming so ill I could barely function. This illness (that has yet to be completely determined) became what I thought at the time a sour lemon in my life. I never asked God why but what. “What do you want me to do in this situation?” I was inspired to make sweet lemonade with my sour lemon.</p><p>God allowed me to write this book in my limited physical condition. Because I was not able to stand and preach from the pulpit I wrote a sermonette for the Sunday morning bulletin each week. Some of the sermonettes were a series that covered several Sundays. God has blessed me to use those weekly sermonettes for this book.</p>