HappyRaincloud

Pastor Dobbs was not a bad man.  Every morning, before the sun rose, he crept out of bed and began his day in devotion and prayer, silently reading the Word of God and whispering thanks for every miniscule blessing in his rather quiet, ordinary life.  Every afternoon, he sat at his mahogany office desk and wrote the notes for his next sermon in small, meticulous print on pristine, white sheets of paper.  Every evening, he joined his wife June and his daughter Mary at the dinner table and led them in an earnest, exhaustive prayer of thanks before their meal.  He always made it a point to praise June’s cooking when her meatloaf or casserole ...