Years ago he had completed his purchase of the ramshackle and rat-ridden old barrack.

“Momma,” Pastor Eric answered. “God was in me like that.” “I know that's right,” Mrs. Davis replied.

The evergreenery of our holly and mistletoe declares the everlasting life; and the off-key sounds of carolers, hoarse and shrill and piping, come from the throats of angels, as their listeners for those few moments are transformed into shepherds, hearing for the first time the gladdest tidings of the greatest joy.

After the coroner is informed, it's virtually impossible to uninform him!