I Come Not to Bury Wayne Dismuke, but to Praise Him
One Sunday morning during my junior year in high school, the pastor announced the church had hired a new youth minister. His name was Wayne Dismuke. Up to that point, I had attended the church for four years, and in that time the church had one youth minister resign and a new minister of activities filled in with some camps and socials in the interim. Following the service that evening, a group of the teenagers decided to grab some pizza. Wayne and his wife, Ann, were invited to join us.… Read more