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After church services yesterday, I had several people, including the pastor; thank me for speaking out in his behalf. Several said they wanted to speak, but could not speak in front of a group.
I think I rather surprised most people. I’m just a quiet guy that sits in church and minds his own business. I made what I consider a strong case for retaining the pastor. I think the contrast of a mousey little guy like me making an impassioned speech surprised them and made more of an impact than I might otherwise not have made.
One lady asked me if I was a preacher. I assured her I was not. I thought the pastor seemed in the best spirits I had seen him since I met him. Of course his leg is not bothering him at all any more and I’m sure that helps.
The question now is what will the people who brought the case before the church do now. They were defeated, but I doubt they will give up. I expect a guerilla campaign against the pastor. A member of the prosecution gave Karol a hug on Sunday. She didn’t know quite what to make about that.
Perhaps I can use some of my world infamous persuasion skills to turn them around. That will take a one-on-one discussion. It might prove to be an interesting challenge.
It reminds me of this Irish blessing:
May those who love us, love us;
And for those who don't love us,
May God turn their hearts;
And if He doesn't turn their hearts,
May He turn their ankles,
So we will know them by their limping
I don’t know the people of this church yet. I have not developed the discipline to remember names well.