Chapter 48 church

You must come, there is something for you to see. Henry's excited voice came from the phone.I got out of the car and noticed that there were more cars parked on the street than usual, and several people walked in and out through the side door, all unfamiliar faces.Some wear black, some wear white.The clothes are more decent than the average person who comes here. I walked up the boardwalk and Henry saw me and he gave me a huge smile and his arms spread like he was going to fly. I must show you a little love.he said. I felt his thick, bare arms clamping down on me.Then it occurred to me.He was only wearing a T-shirt.

The heating came back on. It's like Miami Beach here!he shouted. Apparently embarrassed by the attention it received in the newspaper columns, the gas company restored the gas supply and negotiated an agreement that would allow the church to pay its debts more gradually.The new faces coming in and out are all people who were moved by the story of Henry's church and came to help make three meals and distribute food.I noticed a large group of bums, both sexes, sitting around the table, many with their coats off.The noise of the heating fan is reduced, and the sound of pleasant conversation can be heard.

Great, isn't it?Henry said: God is good. I went downstairs to the gym.I saw the guy I reported on with the missing toe.In the report, I mentioned that his wife and daughter left him eight years ago, which left him devastated.Apparently someone saw his picture and contacted him instead. I'm going to see them soon.He said. who?your wife? And my youngest daughter. immediately? yes.It's been eight years, bro. He sniffs.I could see he had something to say. Thank you.he finally whispered. Then he left. I can't remember ever hearing anyone say thank you for moving me like this.

I was about to leave when I saw Cass on crutches. Mr. Mitch.He greeted with a song. It's warmer now, huh?I said. yes.He said: The people downstairs are also very happy. I looked again and saw a group of men and women queuing up.At first I thought they were getting food, maybe a second portion; but then I saw a table where some volunteers were distributing clothes. A large man pulled on a winter jacket and called out to Henry, "Hey, pastor, don't you have three XL super kings?" Henry laughed. How is this going?I asked. clothing.Henry said: It was donated by others. I counted seven piles of clothes.

That's a lot, I said. Henry glanced at Cass.Has he not seen it? Next, I just knew that I was following the burly pastor and the one-legged elder, and I didn't understand why I was always being led away by devout believers. Cass finds a key.Henry pulled the door open. Have a look.He said. Inside, inside the church, there were bags after bags of clothes, coats, shoes, overcoats, toys, from the first row to the last row, every pew was full. I swallowed.Henry is right.At that moment, it doesn't matter what name you call him by.God is good. ◇◇◇ A sermon given by the Great Master in 2000

dear friends.I'm dying. Don't be sad, I've been dying since July 6, 1917.I was born on that day, as our Psalter says: As long as there is life, there is death. Next, I'm going to tell a joke related to this incident.A pastor visiting a country church began his sermon with a frightening warning: Everyone in this parish will die! The priest scanned the room.He saw a man sitting in the front row, grinning happily. why are you so happyhe asks. I am not from this parish.The man said: I just came to visit my sister on the weekend.