MY SEVEN SERMONS IN
THREE DAYS LAST JULY
NOW IS SEPT. 27, 1938
By G. W. S. Ware
Last winter, in Florida, Dr. A. B. Ware, of Branford, Florida, my third son, he thought
that he would come by Winder next summer, pick me up to take a trip through Northwest
Georgia and on into Chattanooga, Tennessee. I sent six appointments on ahead, all on week
days and nights. I did not know how it would take on such dates, but it was that or none,
as my son had to be back in Florida by Saturday.
I preached first at Shiloh Church, Walker County, where my mother was buried sixty
years ago; that night, at Ebenezer Church, which my father organized in 1849; next day,
two sermons near the line of Tennessee, at Mt. Vernon Church in Sugar Valley, where seven
uncles lived and died; that night in Chattanooga, where my oldest sister Mary lost all she
had except Mrs. Dora Best, my neice; next day at Ringgold, where the relatives of my
son’s mother made the congregation, except one, Joe Mcclane, an old school mate of
mine, of seventy years ago; that night in Tunnel Hill, where the angels seemed near,
playing on their harps.
On Saturday of that week, July 23, 1938, after arriving back in Florida, my son wrote:
"I shall always remember this trip as one of the outstanding pleasant trips of my
life. And as you preached, I am not ashamed of it and do feel and know that you did some
real constructive work for our Master. Of nothing else, that made the trip
worthwhile." In the morning (youth) sow thy seed, and in the evening (old age)
withhold not thy hand: for thou knowest not which shall prosper, whether this or that, or
whether they shall both be alike good. Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it
is for the eyes to behold the the sun. Yea, if a man live many years, let him rejoice in
them all: but let him remember the days of darkness, for they shall be many. Eccl. 11:6-8.
