When my father first got sick I was visiting Christ the King a lot.  I
didn't join the church though.  The pastor of the church would go from south
west Denver clear out to Littleton Porter to see my dad and encourage my
mom.  Some people in the congregation didn't like that and said that he
shouldn't visit my dad because I wasn't a member of the church.  He told
them that anyone who goes to him for help, as long as he is the pastor, will
get it if at all possible.  He resigned from the church in Denver to go to
take care of his parents.  His name was Jim Norley, and I think he was one
of the nicest pastors I've ever met.