By: Charity Gutierrez
I remember one night when we had our Pastor over late. We were discussing our opinions on numerous things. At one point I laughingly watched as an invisible tug-of-war rope was being pulled back in forth between my husband and myself on one side and our Pastor on the other. It was like a father up against his children, loving the fight. It was funny… truly funny… there is no other way I can explain it. I am glad that we were all willing to keep pulling, shedding light on areas that we each needed, yet in the end our Pastor won the tug of war. My husband and I were thankful for his correction and most of all enjoyed his refusal to quit the fight. That is love and love never fails.
