How God Helped Me to Shut Up, Listen, and Learn

I was escorted into Pastor Elijah’s office. There he stood on the other side of the door. He threw his hands out with the wingspan of an NBA player. As his arms spread, his jacket opened wide and revealed a red t-shirt imprinted with “Budapest Hungary.” His big smile just sucked me in. Kathy and I were happy to see him. His body language said the same. …