The Apocrypha

It was a cold, blistering, wintry evening but this did not retard the advance of a goodly number of Protestant Reformed young folk. They fought the fierce winds, laughed off the cold, and struggled through the massive heaps of wind-driven snow. Among them you could also find a few strangers, faces of those who ordinarily did not assemble with Protestant Reformed youth. And the occasion? Well, it came about this way. Jim, a Protestant Reformed lad of about sixteen, worked in the neighborhood...