View in your web browser | View a PDF version | Download Adobe PDF reader
It was Friday morning October 2, 1999, and I was busy studying about heaven.
Monday and Friday are days I leave totally clear to study and prepare for Sunday. So there I was immersed in jottings, books and commentaries piled high on the table when the phone rang. As usual I had no idea of who it would be or what they would want when I picked up the receiver.
The voice on the phone sounded weak and frail. He told me his name and then commented that he had occasionally attended a church I pastored many years ago.
Continue reading ““I’m kinda left to die, and it’s hard to do.””