“Live (and die) so that anyone who knows you knows God is good.”
The night before we left to meet family for Christmas, my husband John and I drove 45 minutes to Pawleys Island (Pawleys for short), a community where we bought a creek lot this past summer. We wanted to decorate the property by hanging an ornament and putting spotlights on the live oak that shades it. One of appeals of buying in Pawleys was its close proximity to The Abbey, a church we joined just months before we made our purchase.
On the way there, John said, “They’ve called in hospice for Chuck.”
“I hated to blurt it out tonight,” he said, “but there wasn’t going to be a good time to tell you.”
Bishop Chuck Murphy was our rector at The Abbey until he resigned three weeks ago. He died a few days later.
Chuck was diagnosed…
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