“Preacher, what da’ ya’ know good?” asked D. B. Whittle. This was always the first question the aged brother would ask when I went to visit him in the nursing home.
It’s been a lot of years since we lived in Palmetto, Florida. I was a young preacher. Learning. Growing. Making mistakes. But trying to get better. And the brethren helped me. Our family has great memories of those 9 years. Wonderful friendships were formed that exist to this day. Continue reading