Book3:WereMyDreamIs

ack,telliomindmymannersandsitthereuntilthesermonwasfinished.WhatcouldIdo?Mystomachwasfullofthefoodheprovided,sounwillingthoughIwas,Ihadtositthroughhissermons.That’swhyhischurchwasmystresort.Ididn’tgothereunlessIcouldn’tfindfoodanywhereelse.Iheardthatgraduallyfewerandfewerpeoplewentthereandthechurchbecamestrappedforfunds.Thefoodtheyprovidedalsodeterioratedinbothquantityandquality.Thetestnewsisthatthelittlechurchhadtoclosebecauseveryfewpeoplewentthereanymore.Thepropertywassoldtodeveloperswhotorethechurchdownandbuiltamallonthend.Havinglosthisliving,thatclergymanJohnisnowpreaghissermonsoreets.Hisfuturedoeshteither…”Dimitripuffedsilentlyonhiscigarette,thinking,

    “Thepowerofthechurchhasweakene