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There are refreshing people in this world who are honest, down to earth and just themselves, day in and day out.  I try to be, but at times I will hedge, considering the company and ‘factual honesty.’  I really don’t know how to say it, but I am not my sister Kat nor my wife Sherry.

Sister Kat worked in what our church called the ‘Colored Work’,(i.e. NAACP) that was many years ago when that term was an acceptable.  It is now called “Cross-Cultural Ministry.” Kat carried many pictures of ‘non-white’ kids (HER KIDS) in her purse and proudly showed them off. Most of the ministers (all cultures) called her Mama. When she and her hubby were leaving the leadership one of the minister’s wives told Kat. The leadership over the past few years had been great. “Let me tell you the BEST part of Brother Lankford and you. Neither of you have EVER said, ‘We love worshipping with you people; NOR have we heard, ‘I love the way YOU PEOPLE worship!’ You have worshipped here just like Christians should!”

We traveled with Kat and Dick for a couple years over the USA and to Alaska. Once Kat was sick in the Dakotas and we all went with her to see a Dr. I am sure I have told this here but again, during the visit we 4 were in the office when the Dr. Asked, “Mrs Lankford are you taking the meds as prescribed?”

Kat replied, “Yes sir, except the green one, I cut it open and take that black thing out and throw it away.”

“But you can’t do that?”

Matter of fact-ly Kat replied, “It’s my medicine.”

I would have said, “Yes sir without the explanation.”

People like my sister Kat are precious and a breath of fresh air, not a hint of aloofness no matter the position.

 She was asked to address a huge congregation once by the Highest Office in her denomination. A little into her talk the Overseer stood up and said 'Just a minute Sister Lankford!’ To which she replied, “Just sit down Big Boy, you asked me to be up here.” To a huge round of laughter and applause.  That was my Kat, my second mama.

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