The Village Shepherd
The God Within
Sermon
When my father was dying,
he was only able to eat porridge for weeks on end. Since I didn't think he'd
live to see another year, I rang my brother in America and asked whether he and
the family could come over for Christmas. They could, and from the moment my
father knew they were coming, he began to improve. By Christmas Day my father
was better than he had been for months. He ate a good Christmas dinner with all
the trimmings and with Christmas pudding to follow.

