Annie Armstrong

Christmastime was a Lottie Moon.

Springtime was Annie Armstrong.

And she'd come to me and say, Preacher, Preacher.

She'd say, Preacher, you need to get in that pulpit, and you need to hammer these people because we can't get the offering if you don't.

And I forget it.

I forget my name on Sunday morning because my mind is wrapped around what my message is.

So finally one year she came to me and she told me, she said, don't you forget the Annie Armstrong offering.

It was in the spring.