And there he was at the age of 65, Paster Al was his name, and preaching was his game.
Every Sunday, rain, sleet, or snow, Paster Al was doing nothing else but preaching about the glory of God. His services were intense and even in the blizzard cold there was a line outside filled with people motivated to hear a word from Paster Al. I mean the place was packed, singers singing their hearts out. Recovering addicts yearning for their blessings, eager to share their deliverance message. This was real. Even Ms. Earnestine would get up every Sunday with the choir to sing their hearts out, but her duty was the same song ushering in the spirit every Sunday. This was her moment. This was her education. Honestly it was all she had to look forward to. Mr. Pete and his wife would delight in sharing their 30 years of marriage and Ms. Lynn loved wearing her big beautiful church hats. It was club Jesus and holy water with bread and wine was served on the first Sunday. If anyone dared test or challenge this way of life they would be shunned from the church. The deliverance was real, people would pass out. The prayer was magnified, you could literally feel God in the building. Sister Lynn would be laying hands on people and sister Priscilla would be speaking in tongues vibrating in mid air. One thing that remained clear about Paster Al’s church was how everyone of his members literally memorized the entire Bible.
He’d developed the reputation of turning ordinary people into professional worshipers.
Paster Al would baptize any and everyone, gang members, homosexuals, criminals, thieves and even sex offenders. The man spent 65 years preaching, then at the end of his run he took a bath in the baptismal pool and fell to sleep on the front pew near the sanctuary where he first joined the church. The man was born to preach, he was born with a sharp tongue. He made no money, his entire life was spent preaching for free and working at the corner store. His credit score was perfect and his wife played the piano. He had 8 kids and they all lived in the church together until they graduated.
The Old Church
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