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
what a dramatic statement that was? yeah. definitely the biggest statement. her father was on the verge of filing a formal complaint with the church that could get a.b. schirmer fire. he didn t believe a suicide note, but there was one thing he wanted people to know. he put all the cell phone records, the contact for the bishop of the church, and his under my bed. so kind of his case he was building against the pastor? yeah. rose they do need to see inside his briefcase to understand what had happened. she said cindy shamelessly told her about the love triangle. i watched her face. i felt like she was the woman that was awakened in some way that had not ever felt that before in my life.