Preacher's Piece

As I sit at my desk and write these words, a good friend is in his last hours of life here on earth. I’ve only known him for about five years, but what a blessing he has been over that time. He was the type of person whose brain never stopped working. When there was chatter around our church about plans for a new addition, he showed up the next Sunday and pulled a neatly folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to me. Written on it was a drawing of his idea for the new fellowship hall. He knew what we needed.

We also have several useful household wood products he crafted in his shop...