Papa John
On Saturday, my aunt texted the family to see if we would like to join them for Sunday worship at their home (The Farm) where they have been taking care of my grandfather as his health has deteriorated. Immediately, Josh texted me saying yes, we could go. I didn't know I was about to witness one of the most beautiful mornings of my life. We arrived at 10am and settled in with other family members, the kids running in between the circle of chairs that had been placed inside the downstairs livingroom. My aunt mentioned as she was leaving to work in the kitchen that my grandmother had requested that some of us should go into Papa John's room during the singing so that he could hear, so Shaina and I filtered in as the hymns began. We sang How Great is Our God and The Old Rugged Cross and I'll Fly Away. His eyes were closed during the singing, but he really responded to the hymns and after the message and the last song, my grandmother came into the room with us and she told him ...