“C’mon, pastor Brian! Can’t you help me out this one time? How can you call yourself a Christian? You’re supposed to help people like me.”
“That’s the thing. I don’t think I’m helping if I keep doing what you ask of me.”
That’s what I wish I said.
It’s what I was thinking.
It’s what I thought every time he called or came through my door for “help.”
He was…
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