Joseph’s Wings and Other Little Stories

“My mama already has her some wings,” the little boy said. His name was Joseph and he would be the one child Mary Alice would always remember, even though he only came to Vacation Bible School for a few nights that summer, long ago. She never saw him again and over the years she wondered what became of him. He was a kid who wandered over from the string of let-go mill houses with overgrown yards. They lined the dirt road which lay behind the church her husband took over as pastor the winter before.