The Pastor (The Priest) The sleek black BMW convertible pulled up to the intersection and came to a stop. White knuckles gripped the steering wheel as the pastor looked nervously past the red glare of the stoplight, eyes fixed on the rising spire of his church. He checked his gold diamond-studded Rolex for the fourth time.  Damn it! Going to be late for the first service. He can’t believe it. Where are the sheriff deputies they hired to direct traffic? Just then, he noticed a man sitting on the curb just outside the church property, next to the sign that read “Second Baptist Church”.  The stranger sat with his back…