Starved for Touch
A pastor forms an intimate bond with a member of his congregation.
I was in my office, preparing the sermon for next Sunday's service, when Anna appeared in the doorway. "I'm all done with the cleaning, Reverend," she said. Anna and her parents were longtime members of the church. She was twenty and attended a university within easy commuting distance, so she still lived at home. Now that it was summer, she'd volunteered to clean the church every week. I found it rare to encounter someon...