Uncle James pulled up his trousers , revealing the scar on his ankle . The mark was a painful reminder of everything they had endured .
My heart ached for everyone , especially for my mother, Uncle James and Grandma .Overwhelmed by the weight of the story , I reached out and hugged him tightly. "It's fine ," I whispered softly . GOD knows what's best."
He held me for a moment before pulling back. His eyes glistening with unshed tears, but there was a hint of peace in his expression.
"So .. how did you become a pastor? "I asked trying to liven up the atmosphere.
He paused, as though reflecting on the journey that had brought him here. Finally, he spoke.
" We always believed in GOD and worshipped him , even before all of these happened. But it was captain Johnson who helped us truly walk in faith. He took care of us and brought us into his home . He introduced us to his church , he was a pastor there and I was his co pastor by then . That's where found a new family to fellowship with .
Where's he? I asked
Uncle James looked down with sorrow " He died from a strange illness we've never seen or heard of , it was really sad ,"
It was there , in that church , that I felt the call.
Your grandma and I made a vow that, as long as we had breath, we would worship GOD and dedicated our lives to Him."