God's Gifts
I was 43 when I met him, and 72 when I moved away.
He neither rushed me forward nor brushed me aside.
He neither pulled me forward nor pushed me back.
He neither shined a light on me nor ignored me.
It seemed he knew the inner me which was
the only me that would ever respond.
Perhaps he knew me because he read and studied me.
He never made haste toward me, but always gave me space.
He had nothing that I wanted, but so much of what I needed.
I knew the meaning of rejection, and he gave me 28 years of acceptance.
He is no less than a gift of God to me and my family.
He preached and taught me from the pulpit, pastored me
face to face, and prayed for me in the prayer room.
I hope and Pray that God gives you a similar pastor.
090522PS
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