The Soup That Outlasted the Sermon

When Dorothy Henderson died at ninety-three in Macon, Georgia, nearly four hundred people filled the sanctuary at First Baptist. The pastor admitted he was stunned. Dorothy had never taught a class, never led a committee, never sang in the choir. She could not quote Romans chapter by chapter or parse the Greek behind agape. What Dorothy could do was show up at your door with a pot of chicken soup on the worst day of your life.…