In the same pulpit his father had preached from for decades, he clutched the microphone and spoke.
“You whispered a word.”
Beads of sweat dotted his face. He stretched out his vowels so his words became a song.
“You called him home.”
Fresh flowers decorated the lectern. He wore a white suit with a picture of his dad pinned to its lapel.
“Father, we want to thank you for a beautiful life.”
The Rev. Jonathan Davis opened his eyes and looked at the dozens of people swaying in the pews. They had all known and loved his father, The Rev. Joel Kelly Davis, and now they were here to say goodbye.