Uncle Charles
A few years back the last of the old family passed away. His last wish was to be laid to rest where he was born. We took him back to a small cemetery in the mountains of east Kentucky. Found a local pastor for graveside service. I asked the pastor what denomination did he belong to. He said with a smile, no denomination, I just preach Jesus. I shook his hand and said that will be fine with Uncle Charles.
Copyright © James Study | Year Posted 2021
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