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Preacher's Piece

My phone rang just after five o’clock. I was still in bed and I figured I’d get it when I got up in a few minutes. Sometimes one of my brothers will call early so I didn’t worry about it. About five minutes later my phone rang again. By the time I was able to get downstairs to answer, it was too late. I saw the calls were from two different brothers. At that early hour, that can’t be good.

I called one of them back and was told the silo at my other brother’s farm had collapsed in the night and crushed his barn and milkhouse. This is the home farm where we all grew up. I ho...


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