As I went to my front door I noticed through the glass a man and a woman dressed in black. Though she was young, her blouse, jacket and ankle-length skirt, down to her stockings and shoes, all black. She introduced herself and the man as her father. She gave me a pamphlet and I let her know I loved God and attended church. Though I don’t agree with her organization, I admire her dedication to what she believes to be service to God. It can’t be easy for her to dress as she does and go door to door to strangers. That sweet face with those round glasses still comes to mind. When they left, I told them I was praying for them, and I am.
All in Black
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In the past, I wouldn’t have even opened the door, but now I proudly tell them that I believe in God and not necessarily, as you said, worshiping him the way they do but pray for them and God’s blessings upon them. Thanks, Sheila
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