Monday, Sandy and Big Everett, my youngest son, went out to the car to go
down the street to my sister's Christian school.  Sandy does music with the
kids on Mondays and Wednesdays.  The next door neighbors are all druggies.
There apparently was some domestic violence and a neighbor called the
police.  They arrested the husband and, although we haven't learned why yet,
they took all three of the children into protective care.  Sandy and Everett
were sitting in our circle driveway in the front of the house as the police
started carrying the children to the car.  The first one was probably 3 or 4
and began screaming inside the police car at of fear.  The oldest is Josh.
He is 7 and comes over here to our house to play once and awhile and he is a
nice little guy.  Sandy and Big Everett were very disturb by what they saw.
The mother later came to our house and wanted Gretchen to legally get
custody of her children and then she would take them and run away with them.
Desperate and frightened people.  I hate to say it, but we, the church,
aren't doing enough.  The devil is robbing people right out from under our
noses.

Phil.


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