Each week, I have the blessing of visiting hospice patients in their homes. I love them all, but I must say that my African-American patients have a way of getting this 37 year old white boy fired up. Such was the case a few weeks ago.
I was visiting one of my patients, and a friend of hers happened to be visiting her. What that meant was double the fuel and fire on this white preacher. I was sitting in a metal chair on the front porch. This style of metal chair is not intended to hold the huskiness I possess.
I was so excited about talking about the Lord that I was moving backward and forward in the chair. I talk with my hands, so that made the impact that much more powerful. I began to feel the chair give a bit, but I was determined that the chair…
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