“Take me now, Father God. I am ready,” Wesley whispered almost inaudibly as other church leaders debated about the overuse of the copy machine. “I listened intently to the discussion about the scheduling conflict between Sunday’s potluck and the church softball game. I endured the complaints about the temperature in the sanctuary. I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith.”
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Friday, March 3, 2017
Been There
Pastor Prays For Sweet Embrace Of Death As Leadership Meeting Nears Fifth Hour