Henry Webster

God is really smiling on me. This morning I heard from a precious old friend in Sacramento, California. His name is Henry Webster and he is an old fashioned Pentecostal preacher from way back. I can recall the times when we would sit and reminisce about the early days of our ministry. We would cry, laugh, and drink our coffee black like most old men do. Sometimes we would pick up our guitars and begin to sing the old gospel songs, many of which you never hear anymore. Fancy cars, big houses, do not appeal to us anymore. Actually, it is wonderful to be at a time of life where there is not really anything you want anymore and to realize that the more possessions one has the more one worries and the less time he has to serve God. What a friend.