Here is something I read on Facebook.
by Levi Smith
I sat in my 4th grade Sunday School class in Texas, unaware that wicked men were voting my dad out as Pastor of the church.
My mom poked her head into my Sunday School class and motioned for me to come out into the hallway. She gathered the other siblings, we met my dad and we left that church for the last time.
We went to the parsonage. It was there that my parents told us that our time in Graham, Texas was over. We had only been there for just under a year. We were just getting settled. I had finally found the group of friends I could play with on the playground. And now, because of unbiblical men, we had to uproot and move again. Read the rest of this entry