My Father's Home
She was a bit young for ministry. She wondered if that was how the congregation thought. But she was here because of circumstances beyond her control. The church was small. She'd grown up in it and had now returned. She sat back and listened to the small choir sing out, 'The Church is One Foundation', and considered her place within these walls. There'd been a thought running around in her head the last few days. She managed to get a grasp on it last night during prayer. She jotted down a few notes and brushed them up while eating a piece of toast before service. She was nervous and knew it showed in her voice, when she gave a morning blessing to those in attendance. The Gospel reading had been from the Book of John, Chapter 2, verses 13 to 22. She read God's word as put on parchment by the apostle. After reading the passages last night she pondered arguments of religious men as to who wrote the Gospel. She believed the w...