Cry for Her Now (or Thoughts on Ministry to Widow(er)s)
Pure and undefiled religion in the sight of God and Father is this: to visit . . . widows in their distress (Jas 1.27). It happens every time. Dad asks me to eat breakfast with some widowers from his church and I hem haw around. I eventually and reluctantly agree and belly up to a Buttermilk Five. And every time I leave wondering why I would ever waffle on one […]