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I've Fallen and I Can't Get Up!
It was a wonderful spring Sunday Morning at Bailey Cathedral. Our family were faithful members at Miller Memorial Church of God In Christ under the leadership of Bishop Earl J. Wright. Our church was experiencing exponential growth, a booming children's ministry, and I was having tons of fun as a church kid. If there is one thing I loved, it was being a church kid. I wasn't just any church kid. I was "Tiny." That's what everyone called me. I thought it was totally funny after I grew up because it is such a funny nickname, but as a kid, that was who I was. As always, all the kids had gathered in the chapel for children's church around 10:45 a.m. Our parents sang in the Mass choir and they would send us off as they got ready to go up to the choir stand. You see, we had a “Live” radio broadcast each Sunday morning at 11:00, so all the parents were always on time. We would spend our time running around until the ushers and children church teachers told us to go inside for children's church. On this particular Sunday, our first lady, Mother Geraldine Marvel Miller-Wright was our teacher. She was like my other Grandmother. I loved her so much and her sweet, warm, and inviting personality made us kids feel like we were all her children. After we did devotion, which always included prayer, scripture, and song, she got up and said, "Today we're going to have a message brought by one of our young men." She looked around and said, "Tiny, I want you to get a scripture and a thought to present to us." Of course, I loved being in front of people. I smiled, got up from my seat and scooted to the back of the room to prepare.Before I knew it, they called my name. A friend of mine, Corey Gatlin, came to the podium and said, "Praise the Lord Saints! I'm glad that we're here together this morning. How many are ready for a word?" Looking back, it was so funny that we would talk like the adults we heard in church! We could mimic anyone's Holy dance, preacher's tune, or the mannerisms of the elders, deacons, and mothers. When I heard Corey finish with the introduction, I got up from my seat and started moving towards the podium. I was so nervous, but I felt good. I thrived on this feeling. I started talking about the lady in the commercial that would cry out, "I've fallen and I can't get up." I was telling my friends that Jesus was the only one who could help you get up. I found the verse from Jude that said, "Now unto him, that is able to keep you from falling..." When I got done, my friends were clapping like we were in church. When I got done, Mother Wright got up with this big smile on her face and sort of a surprised look. She was almost in disbelief that this 11-year-old kid had just said all of this. I knew that deep down, I loved preaching.
She couldn't wait to tell my Dad after church. Mother Wright said to him, "Elder Coleman, you should have seen your son. He was just preaching..." I had this bashful look on my face, but I was proud because my Dad was proud. To see my Father standing there looking at me was worth all the nervousness and anxiety I went through to preach. I remember Dad reaching into his pocket, and pulling out a $20.00 bill and saying to me, "Here Man. It's your first offering. Good job!" I smiled. He gave me a hug, and I ran down the hall to the bookstore to get some candy and pop!
