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Robert`s New Do Part 2



Robert`s New Do Part 2
By deadmanseeking on 11/10/2016
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Some background will be shared that will give insight into the newly sheared Robert`s actions when he left the barber shop. Robert`s son James had fallen hard for Enid, a Methodist minister`s daughter. He left Evangeline and Robert`s church and joined the local Methodist church. They became part of the praise worship team. Robert started to go to their church one week and his the other. He began to remember the Methodist training he got as a child and realized part of the hole in his soul was the Methodist way. Their lady minister also challenged him in ways his home church didn`t. To be fair, his chronic illnesses kept him from being as active in his home church as he would have liked.
One of the ways of Methodism is regular rotation of their clergy. The lady minister left for a new church and they got a new man that was getting folks involved in all aspects of service to church and man. His sermons were very dramatic with calls to various service. He`d been there a month. Robert`s impact was dramatic, too, as he went to the church first thing after his shearing.
"See what four of your sermons can do to a guy?" Robert said. Pastor John and Mary, the church secretary, had a good chuckle. Robert then went to Sneezie`s Bar and Grill where his son worked. Sneezie`s had a great sausage and hamburger burger. George had also sent them the picture. Robert got compliments from everyone. James sent pictures to his sister and brother, who were also complementary. Robert wondered how his grandkids would react.
"Grampy, you look funny," said almost three year old Ben.
"We got a picture from James. It`s o.k. grampy," said eight year old Angelesence.
"Now Grampy looks like my dad," said Gwyneth.
Thus, the change was noted. No grief over
no more santa grampy and no tears over no more whisker hugs were shed. Grampy was grampy, not the beard. The grandkids loved him for who he was, not the symbol.
The shearing worked. Three weeks later Robert was working as the night janitor/
watchman/ambassador at a mall. He wasn`t ready for the walking, but that he could recover from. He was thrust into his new life and seemed to be handling it well. Jon`s story was much the same.


? By deadmanseeking On 11/10/2016 4:19:28 AM
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