The Land Begins to Heal

By Jamie Greening

One day while rummaging around in the church attic, Pastor Butch Gregory discovers evidence that something in his beloved church's past has been covered up. Unable to get it out of his mind, he begins to try and find out what happened almost forty years ago, and what he discovers opens up the floodgates of healing. The Land Begins to Heal is a reminder that there is a spiritual dynamic to addressing the injustices of the past.

• Language: English
• Publisher: apgroup
• Release date: May 18, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311399168

Jamie Greening

I am the Senior Pastor (actually, there are only two of us on staff) at First Baptist Church in Port Orchard, Washington.I Love my life and have the best job in the whole world!

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THE LAND BEGINS TO HEAL

A Pastor Butch Gregory Short Story

by Jamie Greening

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THE LAND BEGINS TO HEAL

Pastor Butch Gregory ascended the feeble ladder into the darkness to seek the documents he needed. Reaching the top of the ladder and crawling through the hole, he felt for the light switch he was certain was mounted on one of the joists.

He should have brought his flashlight, but his phone had a flashlight app.

He reached into his pocket and within about half a minute the glow from the LED screen illuminated the darkness. Somehow his hand had been all around the switch, groping in the dark. He flipped it on and the single 60 watt bulb pushed dim light throughout the attic. The bulb dangled from a frayed cord which certainly did not meet current building codes. Butch saw his crystalline breath in front of his face. He carefully followed the plywood trail over the insulation, dodged joists and protruding nails and made his way to the storage bins which were on the far wall from the ladder. The bins were stacked directly over the chancel.

He didn’t know for certain that the building fund was formed in 1978. He was still in middle school in 1978. Morgan Dempsey told him that was probably the year, but he also added it might be 1976, 77, 79 or 75.

It’s definitely not later than 1980, Morgan told him. Fortunately for Butch the same giant plastic tub held all the meeting