Two men sat down in Church yesterday. They were "doubtful starters", so I appointed a deaconess to keep an eye on them. After the service, one of the men came forward for prayer, and another deaconess prayed with him. He said he wanted to quit his life as a gangster, and handed her a dagger and a cigarette. I bumped into our deaconess holding the dagger. She looked like the ultimate femme fatale ...
Monday, February 20, 2012
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