I'm glad to say Don Cornelius was my friend. He blessed me with his kindness, wisdom, grace, generosity and strength more times than I can count. For the last six years, every single time - EVERY SINGLE TIME - I saw Don, he would hug me and tell me "I love you preacher!" He meant it with every fibert of his being! It wasn't just words for Don. It was a way of life. Even with all of that, however, I'll never get over what happened in the 10 months between August 2010 and June 2011. Let me tell you a story only Julie, Don, Carolyn and I know. . . . .
It was a Sunday morning. Early. Deacons meeting day. We had been at Central right at a year, all the while seeking to sell our home in Frankston. It wasn't that far back and forth, but we knew we were leaving a lot on the table by staying there and working in Jacksonville. Thus, we made a decision that we would seek temporary housing while we tried to sell. Seeking help in that department, I asked the …