clothing. it was the minister. the man of the cloth, inspiring from the pulpit. burying the faithful periods he officiated over my son. counseling over the troubled. he was so good at understanding how to comfort other people. what if the minister is expected to be not a man of god at all? the minister role? the minister role. he was hiding behind that hat. a stranger in robes, caring got the devils business. i believe he prayed on vulnerable people. laying on hands where he said it. he would right into their bedroom. just who was he? reverend shermer was a small- town methodist preacher in eastern pennsylvania. he was our friend, our confident. just an all-around, good guy. he had seen the fresh young pastor going to an accomplished pastor. all the things he held my friends with the years. he watched his friend raise his family. they sang together many, many times. it seemed like the all-american couple. my mom and dad were people who
salvation army. the pastor s assistant was now free to be with the man she loves. he had been a widower since losing his wife in a car wreck that summer. cindy s daughter samantha says her mom and a.b. picked up together just days after her dad suicide. my mom went away the next weekend to go see him. to be hurting, have just lost her father, and have your mom go off, visiting her lover, i guess. joe s sister, rose, the onetime counselor, tried not to judge her sister-in-law. she was head over here split the pastor. still, she thought he had a lot of explaining to do, like why hadn t he called the police when he threatened to kill himself and possibly even his family?