Mama often asked the preacher and his family home for Sunday dinner. We usually ate fried chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans, and chocolate or apple pie. I always looked forward to it.
 
Tonight I fed the evangelist, our preacher and their families at church. We ate ham, mac and cheese, fresh green beans, sweet potato casserole, brown-n-serve rolls, and orange cake. Now that was pure joy and sweet fellowship.
 
Later the preacher fed us the Word of God and a stirring message about how God loved and instructed Peter even after he denied him. He said God will love us even when we mess up. Now that warmed my heart.