As a new, young pastor in Port Elizabeth, South Africa, I had to visit a very sick and dying parishioner on a regular basis – Maizie. Fred, her husband, was not at all ‘believing’ when it came to Christian things, and I had to tred carefully around the relevant subjects. When Maize was taken into emergency in her final days, Maizie’s angelic visit at her farewell, touched everyone’s lives – including mine.
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