God. I have judged people. Silas took a sip of his coffee. That is common for men of your stature, Elijah.
But you have been generous. Your tithes have built this church. I started to cough. It was a dry hacking cough. I bent over, clutching my chest. Water. I wheezed. I need water. Silas moved instantly. Oh my goodness. Hold on, Elijah. He turned to continue reading …