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Monday, day off or not, William had risen at dawn. There was so much to do at Victory he’d gotten into the habit of rising early to fit it all in. Here, though, the week stretched ahead of him with nothing but a few pastoral visits. Reg had given him a list of the names and addresses he was to call on over the next two months.
He hadn’t done pastoral visits in years. That’s why he had elders. They divided the task between themselves and left him to concentrate on church growth strategy, developing his leaders, and preaching. He grimaced. Yesterday had been a disaster. No praise from anyone for his sermon, only Davy’s earnest assurance he’d get better with practice. Oh well, the congregation would get used to his style, and he’d survive seven more weeks.
For now, he’d better get out a
