Slammed Shut I slammed the door in the pastor’s face. I’d had it. I didn’t want flowers, cards, or phone calls in my hospital room, and I most certainly, didn’t want a visit from the pastor. Hours away from giving birth, I wanted to be left alone. How was the church going to help me?...
“Mom, Don’t Talk to Anyone!” Our family has a frequent conversation about fellowship on the way to church, and I’m wondering if anyone else can relate: “Okay, Mom. You know the plan: Go immediately to the car after church. Do not go to the Fellowship Hall. Don’t say hello at anyone. Don’t even look at...
