(Author’s note: Nothing to note. Just good stuff coming!)
by Miles H. Rost
Pastor Tom was always a bit odd, but people didn’t know what to think when they say a pontoon in the front of the church.
“Oh, it’s just there until I go fishing this weekend.”
For the entire week, the pontoon was the talk of the small town. Some called it sacrilege of the church, some called it economical.
The town manager wanted it gone.
“It’ll be gone by Sunday night, ma’am,” Pastor Tom said, smiling.
Sunday morning, nearly the whole town showed up for service. Pastor Tom walked out and smiled broadly.
“You will all be fishers of men…”