I must have slammed that good lady a hundred times over the last two decades of preaching.
Here’s what happened, and how I learned that I probably did her wrong.
In preaching a sermon I call Rejoice Anyway–a staple of my preaching ministry for a number of years–I would mention two elderly women in a church I used to pastor who illustrated the contrast between how to do it and how not to. Here’s what I said–
Mary Hazel Miller and Maybelle Montgomery were both members of my church. They were perhaps 75 or 80 years of age, and as different as night from day. Maybelle lived in a humble cottage off the hill from downtown. She did not have a lot of this world’s riches, but was easily the happiest Christian lady I’ve ever known. She was always rejoicing in the Lord. .
They called from the hospital to say Mrs. Montgomery was in emergency with a broken hip. I dropped whatever I was doing and drove down to check on her. When I walked in the emergency entrance, she spotted me first. Lying on a gurney, she called out so everyone could hear: “Praise the Lord, Preacher! He left me one good leg!” I burst out laughing, and gave her a hug. I said, “What are we going to do with you?”
Now, Mary Hazel, on the other hand, was the most negative member I’ve ever had. I’d go visit her in the hospital–that kind of negativism seems to put you in the hospital on a regular basis–and all she would do is complain. “Oh, Doctor McKeever! I don’t know where those doctors are. The nurses rarely come by. My sisters said they were going to come see me but they’ve not been here, either.”