One of my great grandfathers on my father’s side was a very poor man. He worked cutting timber most of his life, and he and his wife and children lived in what my grandmother would call a “tar paper shack.” The shack did not even have a door when my grandmother was...
“Thank God you spoke to them.” When an older brother said this I was curious about what he meant. I was there to preach for the first time and tried to shake hands with and speak to people before the services. This brother was very glad that I had welcomed a family...