A Sunday story, I think.
A short story of gratefulness from Rich Paschall, Sunday Night Blog
Max had to get an early start on Monday. Three times a month it was the most important day of the week and he did not want to be late. It was quite the walk to the Methodist church but he felt he was up to it. Anyway, he did not want to ride part of the way on the bus as that seemed a waste of money. If he had a good haul, however, he would definitely consider public transportation on the way back. Even though Max was not a Methodist, he was headed to the Methodist church.
Next door to the church stood a small wooden building. It was painted grey, like the church building, and it seemed too small for most uses. No one recalls why the building was there originally, but now it served as the neighborhood…
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