The wives of two Baptist pastors, had a friendship that was unending.
Were sitting together as they worked - their husband's clothes they were mending.
One said to the other, "My poor John is so discouraged with preaching.
He's about ready to give it up - there are no souls that he's reaching."
He said nothing is going right - no new faces does he ever see.
I expect that soon he'll really resign - but this is between you and me."
After waiting a moment the other said, "It's different with my Bill.
He seems so enthusiastic, just to watch him gives me a thrill.
He's praying about a building program - he wants some more pews put in.
He'll have to move a wall to do it, and make a nursery where a junk room had been.
He's looking for Sunday School teachers to teach the classes that are growing.
Offerings are up, souls are being saved - the members' faces are glowing.
A hushed silence fell as they continued their work, making each stitch so neat.
One was patching trouser knees, the other her husband's pants seat.