My mother didn't read English or speak it well. Carefully concealing the book from father, I read to mother after he had retired. I found the book hard to understand. You take it back to the preacher. I took the book back to the church the next Sunday evening.
Mother says there is error in it.
If I should ever meet him, that will be time enough to decide whether he is right or wrong. The exasperated Methodist preacher quickly terminated my activity in his church. However, his congregation felt that without the organist the services had lost something. Attendance dwindled from this and other causes, and soon the building was closed and boarded up. With my abrupt dismissal I felt as if the center beam of my physical structure had collapsed.