“Why the gloom, Sam….?’ Asked the preacher as he enters the study room, approaching Samantah who look worried looking at the papers spread on the table….
“Father…. What should we do…?” She asked, looking guilty as he handed the papers to the preacher wo looks at the number of the attendance of their newest sermon which shows that they had lost almost a quarter from their usual, and that the collection and donations they gather is lesser every time….
How can he be so calm….? She thought as she looks at the face of the preacher that shows no sign of worried at all, as he took her seat and studied the number, she gave…
“Have faith, my dear…” He said, taking her arm, and take her to his lap, comforting her….
“Believe that our lord provides us more than enough, and he too have told me exact
