The pastor saw me walking in the hallway of the church yesterday, and he quickly stopped me for a brief chat. I knew something was wrong. He told me that his elderly father was sick, and that he was worried. Struggling to hold back tears, he said, "I'm still an eight-year-old little boy when I think of my dad. I would do anything for him."
I offered words of consolation, probably insufficient, and a promise of prayer. He then departed quickly.
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