“Thank you,” she said. “I hope to talk to you after the service.” She then turned and walked toward the tent.
I stood there for a moment, watching those perfect heart-shaped hips sway in her pink dress as she glided across the lawn, thinking, Lord have mercy! not because I wanted God in that second to have mercy on me for what I was thinking, but because I couldn’t believe that God could possibly make such physical perfection. I caught myself and turned away, held my Bible to my chest, and prayed, “Lord, remove these sinful thoughts from my mind and help me stay focused on what You have brought me here this night to do.”
Lord have mercy! During my preaching, I tried as much as possible not to look at Wanda Moore, but I noticed that she had taken a small spiral notebook from her purse wit
