As I settled into my new role as pastor, I noticed a steady stream of new faces in attendance on Sunday mornings. One family group that stands out in my memory is of a little lady I will call Emma. She walked slowly and was bent over from years of spinal issues that required the use of a long black cane that she nurtured, much as a soldier nurtures his rifle. One thing is certain, she wasn’t afraid to use it to keep her great grandchildren in line. Jack was eleven years old and his sister Jean, was eight. These poor kids had a hard life and it was only the love of their great grandma that gave them any sense of security. Grandma Emma would look after them as best she could and see that they attended church with her every Sunday. Their parents were into drugs and alcohol so the children were left mostly to their own devices. Poor Jack was diagnosed with ADHD but I suspected that his ...
These short stories are from the early years of full time ministry at my first church. Some are heartwarming and some are humorous, but all are true from my perspective and limited memory capacity. Of course, the names have been changed to protect those mentioned herein. I pray you will be blessed as you read. Please know that any and all glory rightfully belongs to God and not to myself. Enjoy! Pastor Charles...