The shabby little church stood just off a dirt road four miles southeast of rural Pimento, Ind. Rain dripped through the ceiling, and the wind worried at the rags and papers stuffed into broken window panes. Squirrels scuttled in & out of the root, and the lights no longer worked. For the ten or 15 oldsters in their 703 or beyond who persisted in coming to worship at the Methodist Church's down-at-heel Fletcher Chapel, there was a plain choice: fix up or give up. That was four years ago.
Last week, in the late...
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