Witness Is a Chain
Waiting to be gathered in
I was out in the yard setting gopher traps when a friendly voice addressed me one sunny Sunday morning. Jerry Procopio’s wife, Bridgette, had already sped by our property on the gravel road, pushing a stroller containing their young boys.
Jerry and I entered into friendly conversation that included the state of affairs in our world and spiritual dimensions. Jerry asked me what I did for a living. I told him I was a Seventh-day Adventist pastor.
Starting With a Flat Tire
Jerry had once met a 90-year-old Seventh-day Adventist by the name of Joe Melashenko stranded with a flat tire, …