The Price of Money
“Brother Wade,” the voice said on the phone. I recognized the voice.
“Why, hello, how are you?’
He never answered how he was; instead he moved immediately
“Brother Wade,” the voice said on the phone. I recognized the voice.
“Why, hello, how are you?’
He never answered how he was; instead he moved immediately
Everyone pays a high price when the church shepherd breaches trust.
By Bill Webb Word&Way Editor CHILLICOTHE — When Norman Shands made a vow to God 65 years ago, he couldn’t have imagined that it would thrust him into the center of the civil rights movement in Atlanta. The vow