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Nightmare on Chapel Street<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n A young preacher stood gazing out over a congregation of aged, though <\/p>\n <\/p>\n That young man was me and the lovely girl sitting in the back pew was Lindy, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Nightmare on Chapel Street A young preacher stood gazing out over a congregation of aged, thoughattentive listeners. This was the young man\u2019s very first sermon […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[14,69],"tags":[45],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/swordmagazine.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/589"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/swordmagazine.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/swordmagazine.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/swordmagazine.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/swordmagazine.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=589"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/swordmagazine.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/589\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":814,"href":"https:\/\/swordmagazine.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/589\/revisions\/814"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/swordmagazine.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=589"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/swordmagazine.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=589"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/swordmagazine.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=589"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
attentive listeners. This was the young man\u2019s very first sermon and the little
Baptist Chapel nestles still in the heart of that Somerset village. A startlingly
beautiful girl had come with him as moral support and she sat, smiling, at the
back as he launched into his message.<\/p>\n
later to become my darling wife of fifty-three years! You will appreciate how
anxious I was to impress Lindy with this my very first sermon. I certainly
succeeded in impressing her. When we got back to the car and I turned to her in
smug satisfaction, she ripped into me in a manner that scared me! As well it
might. I had done a terrible thing: I had lectured those poor people and had not
ministered the Word of God. It was an error never to be repeated. Lindy saw to
that!<\/p>\n