Butter Gospel
“Ouch!” I screamed really loud (some say like a little girl), as boiling water swallowed my left hand. The pain and surprise of the sting made me lose my grip on the hot pot. As the pot crash-landed, the remainder of its boiling water baptized the floor.
The morning started pretty good. The church was having a special “Freedom” service. Both the English and Spanish bodies were coming together to celebrate our freedom in Christ. Special messages were planned. Special songs. And my favorite, a special meal prepared by a small team, including myself.
The day was going to be great! Or so I thought...
