We lived in the parsonage at 815 Hill Boulevard, East Liverpool. I would get up early and go to the church. Then I'd come home to help with the kids and get everyone to church on time.
It was a fall rainy morning. We came out and got the kids into their car-seats. I set my Bible on the roof - with my sermon in it - while I buckled Troy-Boy in.
After a second trip to the car with paraphanalia, we got in and started for the East End.
Less than a block down Hill Boulevard I saw sheets of paper flying in the air behind the car. In panic I stopped and ran back to gather them up. They were wet! I had used a felt-tipped pen to write my message. The sheets were a blur of blue lines running down my pages.
I think we ended up having a testimony time that morning...
Is the lesson I learned to not set your Bible on the roof while you buckle the kids in, or don't use a felt-tipped pen to write your message? Either way, it hasn't happened again (although I did misplace it one Sunday morning).
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