A most difficult Sunday

For the first time in a long time, I found it hard to keep my composure during a sermon. I tried to comfort those in attendance, especially the widow of Edward Wilson, Cindy, speaking of the heavenly life that awaits us after our time here on earth. However, the sobbing I heard throughout the congregation broke me down on occasion.

After the service, Cindy Wilson approached me to talk. She asked if I thought that her husband had indeed gone to heaven, and I could honestly answer that I believed he had. She then asked if I thought the end of the world was near, as her husbanded tried to warn before his death. I had no answer to that. I am a mere servant of God and not privy to such plans. If the end was coming, I told her, it would be an honor to fight for the Lord.