My charting career is pretty much over.
I can’t think of anything I can do to keep going and I’m a bit depressed that my charting passion hasn’t gone anywhere.
But I’ve done what I can.
I got a job doing charting for churches and theres a bunch of charts Ive made for that, Ive worked with pastors, and even some churches have asked for me to do a chart for them.
I’ve always wanted to do charts, and now I can finally do them.
My story starts in a small town in upstate New York, a small place in the heart of a beautiful county.
The town is named after a church that was founded by a former Baptist preacher.
It has been a church for about 80 years.
Its one of the few places in the US that has an actual Baptist church.
There is a Baptist church, but there is no Baptist church in the rest of the state.
The Reverend, his wife, and two children lived in the same house for many years.
They had a few years of family travel and church work in the states and Canada.
One day, the Reverend had a family crisis and his wife had to get an appointment to get some time off.
They were looking for a new place to live, so he brought them over.
They moved in, and their life was pretty much set.
They had a large garden, a barn, and a garage, and the house was quite modest.
There was a big house and a little garden and a big shed.
They also had a small church in town, a local church, and then there was a Baptist congregation that was in town.
I guess you could say the Reverend and his family had been churchgoers for years.
The pastor was a pretty well-known guy.
He had a huge following and a huge congregation.
The Reverend’s wife, who had been a regular at church for years, was a churchgoer and the pastor’s son.
When they were in town for church, they would visit the small community church and visit the church, too.
When the Reverend wanted to travel back home for some time, he would call the congregation.
He would call up the congregation and say, “How about we go see some of the Baptist churches in the area and see if we can have a couple of meetings.”
The people were kind enough to do that.
The next morning, the Pastor and his congregation would be there, too, for the meeting.
They would be waiting for their guests.
The day of the meeting, the congregation was waiting outside to greet them.
The Pastor and the congregation were both dressed in black, and they were both wearing black aprons and hats.
The pastor wore a white tuxedo and the other wore black slacks and a black cap.
They sat at a table across from each other, and all the time, the pastor was making sure to get everyone seated.
There were a couple people sitting in front of them and a couple sitting behind them.
One of the men was the pastor and the woman was the parishioner.
The man in the tux was wearing black slippers, a black tux, a red tie, and his beard was very short.
He was the one who was supposed to speak, so the other guy was supposed of speaking.
The man in black was dressed in a long black coat and he was standing on the floor, not talking.
The preacher was in his black slipper, and he had a black cane, and that cane was long and he held a Bible in his hand.
And he was walking toward the table.
The person behind the man in white was sitting on the same side as the man wearing black, with the Bible in front.
He wore black boots.
The woman sitting behind the pastor in black and the person in white were sitting at opposite sides of the table, looking at each other.
They didn’t speak to each other for a few seconds.
Then, the man dressed in white stood up and said, “Come over here.”
The preacher stood up too and the man with the white hat and the black boots stood up.
The people standing behind them were all sitting there.
They all went over to the table and said to the man sitting in black: “Sit down.
He sat down and they went over and said that same thing.
The person in black looked at the preacher.
He said, with a very calm voice, “No, sir.
He looked at me and I said, Yes sir.
The other person standing behind him also said, No sir.
He sat on the other side of the pastor.
He got up, stood up, and said: “We have to sit down.”
I sat down.
I looked at him and he looked at my wife, looked at her, looked back at me, and I