clothing. it was the minister. the man of the cloth, inspiring from the pulpit. burying the faithful periods he officiated over my son. counseling over the troubled. he was so good at understanding how to comfort other people. what if the minister is expected to be not a man of god at all? the minister role? the minister role. he was hiding behind that hat. a stranger in robes, caring got the devils business. i believe he prayed on vulnerable people. laying on hands where he said it. he would right into their bedroom. just who was he? reverend shermer was a small- town methodist preacher in eastern pennsylvania. he was our friend, our confident. just an all-around, good guy. he had seen the fresh young pastor going to an accomplished pastor. all the things he held my friends with the years. he watched his friend raise his family. they sang together many, many times. it seemed like the all-american couple. my mom and dad were people who
had been staged by the pastor. a bogus racket would also explain his behavior in the car with no call to 911 and no attempt to aid his injured wife. then there was his inappropriate behavior at the hospital, prosecutors said, like this remark to a nurse. he said the defendant said what a pretty woman, betsy was and she had a nice ass, too. s computer was weighted down with searches for . one woman said she had had an ongoing affair with him. the womanizing, the emotional entanglement with his church assistant had added up to a crumbling marriage, the prosecutor told the jury.