The preachers kid is an expert in non-verbal communication. Unfortunately, the signals may be ignored and disaster results…..painfully.
We had to climb to the peak of that mountain and live to tell the tale. Unfortunately for us, we lived in Kansas, so the nearest mountain was over 600 miles away, in Colorado.
The security guard at St Francis Hospital challenged dad to prove he was a minister.
An angel on my bumper was the one thing I could give the retired preacher when he was close to death.
Exploring the church crawlspace on a secret mission. We thought we’d been successful until unforeseen circumstances intervened.
I will confess to painting on the wall of the church, but will claim that I have a defense. My little sister talked me into it.