People are always over his house, saying things like, “Pastor, can you lend me some money for my kids to eat tonight,” or, “Pastor, will you come bless my wedding next month?” And sure enough he would walk out the door and grab some money from the bank or go to the store to rent a tux. He is always going here and there, and here and there, and sometimes he would forget something and have to go there again. And on all of those trips his bible was right at his side. And I watched it stay at his side too. I watched from my little window in the family room. Well, if you can even call it a family room. It’s more of an empty space that someone once threw an old rug and couch in. It makes me laugh how crowded I can feel in such a lonely room…