Sunday, December 28, 2003

As I came down off the pulpit on Christmas morning, a three-year old girl named Abigail, sitting with her family in the front row, stepped into the aisle and threw her arms up at me. Her mother whispered: "I think she wants to give you a hug." "This I can deal with," thought I as I fell to one knee and embraced her. A priceless moment for a pastor!