My dad was not always a preacher. He was a p-nut farmer, cotton mill worker and a loom fixer. He had a 3rd grade formal education. After a few years of marriage he 'felt called to preach'. He raised the first of his family during the depression, two boys served in WWII. He organized his first church inthe early 1930s and it was called the South Gastonia COG, it still exists.. The family was a total of 7 children. I was the baby, I am now 79+.We came home from Florida this spring to help my last sister 'merge' into an assisted living home. When we came home 5 weeks ago she was healthy and running up and down stairs at 82. She had never spent a night in a hospital. This week health deteriorated FAST. She passed this week. As she left this life I asked her to tell the rest of the family hello for me and save me a place.I was a little down as I talked to her this week about friend Bonnie's passing at such a young age. NEVER thinking that she, my sister, would follow so soon.Now today my wife tells me that Howard Sloan, a friend and former paster died this week also.i know this doesn't have an effect on most of you who read. But I am nostalgic this evening. Remembering just knowing Bonnie here on Acts, remembering a pastor I kept saying I would get in contact with and take him out for dinner (and never did).I remember a country church my dad pastored. I was 4 my sister at home was 6. She taught me to ride a bicycle, play hopscotch and even play dolls. Most of you won't remember girl's dolls. you dressed them with clothes that had tabs you bent to hold them on. It was sissy, but she was my only playmate at home.She was always a 'classy lady', never a slur or nasty word, but at the end dementia was taking over. She told me 'Do not tell the pastor I am in the hospital'.Our pastor. Danny Peterson, is a great guy. Of course he would visit. He walked into her room and her first words were, OH $H-T. He did not miss a beat , Sister Shirley, that up sets me. It isn't fair, you can say that and I can't. He is also a PK and Shirley thought the world of him.I don't know why I am posting this, but my pastor's support has been wonderful. For me and my wife. I guess I am trying to say to you who are pastors, God Bless YOU, for all you do for us members. WE appreciate it more than you will ever know..I am old enough to call him by his first name lots of times. Pastors are a gift from God. Love you guys! It is good to cry sometimes, I am now. YOu guys who REALLY pastor are the best. Some facts but mostly just my
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