“John Mitchell began to feel like something hot and wet was crawling up his spine . . . John had learned years before that there are no coincidences in pastoral ministry . . . ‘What do you want?’ Cindi asked him, ‘I’ll get it for you.’ ‘I want,’ John said darkly, ‘answers.’ ‘You’re the pastor,’ Sandy said brightly. ‘I bet those are back in your study'” (Evangellyfish, pp. 74-75).
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