Most people couldn’t wait for the summer. I had to brace myself for it. I’m a pastor of a small church in New York City. This means that while I naively hope my church will enjoy the summer like a tourist, strolling through Central Park or staggering wide-eyed through Times Square, summer is the season when most people leave, or at least are less inclined to gather with the church.
If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored, every part rejoices with it.
Amen, brother