Over the road lives a lay minister of the Church of England who is accustomed to perform funeral services. Today a large, dark Volvo estate pulls up outside her house. A very young, very soberly-dressed gentleman climbs out and walks at a subdued pace to the door. He can only be an undertaker, in his dark coat and black tie.
The Lord is my shepherd; therefore can I lack nothing
April 16th, 2009 · No Comments · Serendipitous
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