Mom was very old school as a Methodist minister’s wife.
You can keep saying no, but in the end God leads you places you never expected.
You sat down front because you were a preachers kid and dad wanted to keep an eye on you.
My little sister and I grew up with an electronic device listening and monitoring our every move.
I was taught that God will pardon my sins. I’m also hoping God has a good sense of humor.
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.