My son lost half his foot in circumstances we’ve failed to understand

It had been a fine Sunday until we received a call from unknown number. We had just come from church, or rather driven the family to church which meant I’d have to attend the service. It’s my belief that the servants of God only act as an intermediary between man and God only where there was offerings. Just take a look at the filthy rich servants of God and the congregants! Sharp difference, right? Being a man who respects others inalienable right to worship, I even have the courtesy to drive them to church as well give my granddaughter a few coins to contribute to the pastor’s overseas trip coffers.

Back to the call. We were sipping orange juice after a light lunch when the phone suddenly buzzed on the table. My granddaughter rushed to see who was calling and quickly announced that it was a new number. I wasn’t bothered since I had been accustomed to such kind of calls, some bearing good news and a few bad news.