PREACH!

 I am going to break with my tradition of a short sermon. Think however, and keep it topical. 

My name is Mike, but because the factory where I worked for almost 20 a years called me mad dog, I often use that name. 

I am convinced that God has spoken to me but not like men speak to men. When God spoke to me the first time it was during a sanctifying experience. For some reason I had noted for love that the people of my church had for me and I felt overwhelmed with love after a pretty decent sermon. I had gone down to the altar to pray because I was convinced that I had offended God and when the people came down to pray with me which was a tradition at my church, I felt their love and I filled overwhelmed with their love. I had God speak to me in one word. I had fiery letters in my heart or soul or whatever you want to call it. The firey letters spelled preach. Since this secretary gets quirky and sometimes quits I think I will have to make this sermon in several parts and copy it to Facebook and I will continue later. Later Gators