...as Christ loved the Church
He sat there at the corner of the bakery in his motorized chair, waiting for his wife. For so many years, he had been the strong one. He'd worn his back out laying block, and working cement until his body just couldn't take it anymore. But he did it with integrity and there were people far and wide that still wanted Erv to do "just a small basement" because of his reputation for quality. I often watched him pick up his wife and children at the door of our small, country church, and if he had to wait for a few minutes for his wife to finish her chatting, he would talk with us young men/boys in a way that made us feel important. After he had to quite concrete because the pain in his back became to great an obstacle for him to power through, he started trucking and was known far and wide for being an honorable trucker. He even was chosen to drive the Christmas tree to Washington DC one year because of his exemplary character. And then two accidents...