You know what amazes me most about this story? The fact that someone committed herself for a year. A gesture done once is great. But a weekly gesture – fifty-two of them? Now that’s commitment and caring.
I have never forgotten the story, even though I heard it a quarter of a century ago. It was the daughter of the deacon’s wife who shared it with me. I think you’d like to hear the story, too.
Somewhere in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, there was a country church experiencing conflict. This church wasn’t much different from any other church because there were people in that church. And where there are people, there is sin. And with sin comes conflict, resulting in pain, hurt, and anger. It’s a shame to have to say that these things happen, but they do.