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Have a Little Faith: A True StoryI had never seen such a hole in a religious building. It looked like the hull of a ship blown apart by a cannon shot. We sat down. HenryБЂ™s belly hung so large in front of him, he seemed to hook his elbows over the pew for balance. БЂњIБЂ™m not sure why youБЂ™re here,БЂ«he said politely. You take care of homeless people, right? БЂњYes, a couple of nights a week,БЂ«Henry said. They eat here? БЂњYes, in our gym.БЂ«And sleep here? БЂњYes.БЂ«Do they have to be Christian? БЂњNo.БЂ«Do you try to convert them? БЂњNo. We offer prayers. We ask if anyone wants to give their life to Jesus, but no one is forced. Anyone can come.БЂ«I nodded. I told him about the charity. How maybe we could help. БЂњOh.БЂ«His eyebrows lifted. БЂњWell. That would be excellent.БЂ«I looked around. This is a big church, I said. БЂњI know it,БЂ«he said, chuckling. You have a New York accent. БЂњUm-hmm. Brooklyn.БЂ«Was this your first assignment? БЂњYes. When I first came, I was a deacon and a caretaker. I swept, mopped, vacuumed, cleaned the toilets.БЂ«I thought of how the Reb, when he first arrived at our temple, had to help clean up and lock the doors ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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