I remember Pastor Cher as a gracious, warm lady who was able to mix easily in any social situation. She could argue the merits of a Harley Davidson Sportster versus a Fatboy just as easily as she could talk about the quality of the dinner wine, and in the same breath explain Scripture or Christianity to a non-believer - or to a Christian, for all that mattered. We were blessed to have Pastor Cher as our guest during several holiday dinners, and she was gracious enough to attend my mother's 90th birthday party.
|L to R - Deb Meyers, Pastor Cher, David Brown, Ned Braunschweiger|
|L-R: Ned Braunschweiger, Jim Derkin, Pastor Max McCullough, Ann Braunschweiger|
"You know, we Christians have more in common with Muslims than you think," Ann said emphatically.
"Except Jesus," said Pastor Clair, with quiet authority.
There was a long silence, during which several people were trying to decide if applause would be appropriate.
"Well, yes, except for Jesus," Ann reluctantly conceded, then wisely changed the subject.
"Have you been to Fifth-Third field to see the Mud Hens play?"
It was a great party, and Pastor Cher certainly enjoyed herself. She came to my mother's funeral service and spoke eloquently about Mom, which I appreciated. Her presence there was a comfort to me. I shall miss her, but there isn't a doubt in my mind that Pastor Cher Clay is in Heaven, having a great time and meeting all the people that were waiting for her there.