Gladys is the preacher’s wife and accompanies her husband to church each Sunday, always sitting in the front pew, supporting him as he delivers his sermon…
She takes pride in being part of the congregation and loves engaging with the church community.
One particular Sunday, the preacher is especially passionate, and his sermon stretches on longer than usual…
The topic is profound, but the congregation, perhaps tired from a long week, starts to struggle with staying alert.
Slowly but surely, heads begin to nod, and eyes begin to close…
By the time the sermon finally concludes, many in the congregation have succumbed to sleep.
After the service, always sociable and eager to connect, Gladys decides to mingle with the congregation…
She notices one gentleman who looks particularly groggy, his eyes barely open and a sleepy expression on his face.
Determined to be friendly and perhaps wake him up a bit, she walks over to him with a warm smile…
Extending her hand in greeting, she says cheerfully, “Hello, I’m Gladys Dunn.”
The gentleman, still in a bit of a daze and rubbing his eyes, looks up at her and replies with a weary smile…
