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Story by friend and classmate Harry Lee Strong, San Juan Community Church, CO, sent by email today following “The Words of Childhood” – April 28, 2012
Yesterday I visited 94-year old Angie again.
Her daughter had called Thursday and said:
“Hospice gives Mom two weeks – could you please try to see her soon.”
In my five months with Angie, I’d never gotten more than a smile.
As I was preparing to leave yesterday, I said,
“I’m preaching on the Shepherd Psalm Sunday – you remember it, right?
‘The Lord is my shepherd …’
Precious Angie’s lips began to move …
She stayed with me all the way through the green pastures and the still waters.
(You ALL know the story line – I went to minister to her – & Angie turned the tables …)
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Gordon, thank you for your story. I really enjoy getting your stories each day. I don’t always respond as I get them via email on my phone and its a hassle top log-in and respond each time.
We had the 23rd Psalm in church today. It was very appropriate as it was also the appointment of a shepherd as our new bishop. I thought you would appreciate this:
http://leavenraiseandprove.wordpress.com/2012/04/29/bishop-in-dreadlocks-hallelujah/
I am in a state of stunned euphoria. I can only hope this is the start of a new trend and doesn’t end here in Wellington.
Shalom.
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Hallelujiah indeed! I just re-posted your blog piece and will use it this morning in the sermon. May even see if I can find some dreds.
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