SOMEONE ROBBED THE CHURCH
It happened last Saturday evening. Darkness had settled over Wilmington, North Carolina. It was another of those warm, humid nights. Too warm for some to sleep – a good time to roam; nothing else to do. “Mom or Pop don’t care (I wish they did). Let’s go.” “Hey, there’s a Baptist church. It’s dark, no one around. Let’s see if a door is open. Nope! How about a window? Crash!!! Yep, one’s open now. Watch your head! Step down. We’re in.!” The pastor’s desk was ransacked. The doors to the church office were pried open and ruined; the secretary’s desk and filing cabinets were hurriedly searched. This was discovered on Sunday morning. Someone robbed the Church! It happened last Sunday. The sun was high. The sky was blue, fleecy clouds drifted by overhead. A perfect day for worship — and a robbery! The service began right on time — it was 11:00 a.m. sharp. We sang, we meditated, we prayed…
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