Our Father Chapter Three
At the end of every worship service Zechariah stood at the entrance of the church and shook hands
with his members. "Pastor Zechariah you really out did your self this time" said sister Naomi as she
shook hands with Zechariah. "Why think you Naomi it really warms my heart to hear you say that".
I'm going to warm more than your heart. Naomi said to herself as she exited The Voice of God
Ministries. When all of Zechariah's members were gone he and his daughters piled back into their
family car and drove to Neptune a seafood restaurant. Zechariah asked Mary the church's treasury
how much money did the church raise. "$400" answered Mary. "That's a little light" Zechariah
voice was filled with disappointment.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red Seven aka The Green Poet aka The Brown Philosopher
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