One of the people I most admire is Britt Merrick. He's a pastor, about my age, who leads a church in southern California near our old hometown of Ventura. He's a surfer and his family owns a famous surfboard-making company. He's a brilliant communicator and has the kind of real, raw, vibrant faith - infused with power - that makes me want to know Jesus more. His teachings on the Holy Spirit comprise the best talks on this topic that I have yet come across; I have listened to the series at least three times. Britt might be the only pastor I know with his talents and capacities who doesn't use social media, and even limited his teaching to his immediate church for a while because he feared his growing reputation might limit his effectiveness in working with his own congregation. He wanted to stay humble. To me, this speaks volumes.
During the years I was living in Ventura and listening regularly to Britt's teaching, his daughter Daisy was battling cancer. He and his family lived through this ordeal openly and humbly. The two sermons he gave about on topic, When Sparrows Fall and When My Heart is Overwhelmed, broke me when I heard them. I remember where I was when I learned, three months after our move to Virginia, that Daisy had died; I was in the middle of painting the kitchen in our new house. I wept bitterly.Read More