Riven
“Finally he wiped his mouth and pushed his plate forward and his chair back. “Ever done prison ministry, Thomas?”“Cook County Jail when I was a student in Chicago. Jail stuff in small towns. A prison in Alabama. Nothing extensive.”“How’d it go?”Thomas shrugged. “I always felt terribly for the prisoners. But I could never tell if I was getting through. Just preached Christ, you know. Never got into teaching or discipling, anything like that.”“But you could.”“Sure.”“Ever thought about becoming a prison chaplain?”“Can’t say I have. You have no more churches that need an old expository preacher?”“You’re not that old, Thomas, but you do carry yourself that way. Ever been told that?”“I have. I don’t guess I care that much about appearances.”“Sure you do. You’re well groomed, clean, neat. A little dated, but more than presentable.”Thomas sipped his coffee. “Now there’s high praise.”Jimmie laughed. “I’m just trying to encourage you, because I’ve got to tell you, if I’d been through what you’ve... been through, I’d have thrown in the towel a long time ago.MoreLess
Write Review:
Guest
Read Also
7 / 10
User Reviews: