He was sitting on the front pew, crumpled over in a heap, like one of those college basketball players writhing on the court because his team has just lost a game in the Final Four.
Only this young man had not just lost a game. He had lost his mother. She had been killed in a car accident that morning as she drove to church — the church I pastor.
I knew her well; a good, godly woman.
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