These Bricks Won't Break Me

Point: their circumstances did not detract, detour, or diminish their faith or trust in God, I'm preaching don’t let the bricks break you, there is hope beyond the brickyard just keep praising your God. And soon you'll see deliverance come!

The one thing I don’t want to overlook,. Is far too many wait to come out of the trial before the praise God.

At Jericho, they marched and shouted for the walls to come down, not when they came down..

3 hebrews walked in the fire, and it was in the midst not once they got thru it, but right in the middle of it, and they cam out unharmed, their clothes didn’t burn, nor harm happenend to them

Point: I'm telling you that you may be among the bricks this morning you’ve have walked into this place burden with things I don’t know, tested and feel like you’re at your roads end, but I want you to know regardless of how bad it is, if you'll just keep praising God thru your testing there is deliverance beyond the brick!!!!!!!

You be the judge as to whether God had done anything at all for His people in the brickyard, this prayer turned the tide. This prayer brought from God a word of powerful encouragement: “Now you shall see what I will do to Pharaoh … by a mighty hand he will let the people go.”

Point: And you know the story. You know of the plagues, the Passover, and the Red Sea. You know how God delivered His people into freedom. You will not die in the brickyard!!!!

Bishop TD jakes said it this week. PERIL< bricks> is part of the process to get you into the promise, point: the brickyards will come, the strive the strain, the sweat will all be a part of the process, just know the peril is not the promise, but the process to the promise, deliverance will come, hope will prevail, you will not die in the brickyard

Closing: About 10 years ago, a young & very successful executive named Josh was traveling down a Chicago neighborhood street. He was going a bit too fast in his sleek, black, 12-cylinder Jaguar XKE, which was only 2 months old.

He was watching carefully for kids darting out from between parked cars & slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed that spot, no child darted out, but a brick sailed out & - WHUMP! – it smashed into the Jag’s shiny back side door.

SCREECH!!! His slammed on his brakes & his gears ground into reverse, tires spinning the Jaguar back to the spot where the brick had been thrown.

Josh jumped out of the car, grabbed the kid & pushed him up against a parked car. He shouted, “Who are you? And what are you doing?” Building up a head of steam, he went on. “That’s my new Jag, & the brick you threw is going to cost you a lot of money. Why did you throw it?”

“Please, mister, please…I’m sorry! I didn’t know what else to do! I threw the brick because no one would stop.” Tears were dripping down the boy’s chin as he pointed around the parked car. “It’s my brother, mister,” he said. “He rolled off the curb & fell out of his wheelchair & I can’t lift him up.” Sobbing, the boy pled, “Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He’s hurt & he’s too heavy for me.’