I will never forget the...
I will never forget the look of sadness in her eyes as I turned and offered her solace before leaving. "Don't worry about me, Reverend, just pray for me. I'll be all right." Somehow I sensed that she wouldn't be all right and I made a final plea to intercede with help. She refused and gently closed the door behind me. Two weeks later I received a call from her nephew saying that she had been beaten to death by her abusive husband. I sat in my office and cried like a baby. She had been a victim of abuse for ten years, but still had hope that her alcoholic husband would change his ways.