Great Jehoshaphat and Gully Dirt!

Great Jehoshaphat and Gully Dirt is presently out of print. It is reproduced here in its entirety. Copies of the first edition of the original work are available by e-mail from nkemp@busprod.com, or WSmithMD@aol.com.
Copyright © 1975. All rights reserved.
All Scripture quotations are from the King James Version of the Bible.
An usher I'd not seen before carefully wheeled my chair down the center aisle and over to the right so that I would be facing the pulpit. Most Sunday mornings I sat on the opposite side of the church. But this usher didn't know that. Oh well, no matter.
The usher was saying something to me, but before I could adjust my hearing aid, I had to push my shawl back and slip a glove. By then, he had quit talking.
He let my chair roll to a stop so close to the chancel rail. I could have reached out and kicked it with my foot—that is, I had been in the mood to kick a chancel railing and if I could have moved either foot.
I was almost in a kicking mood!
No, no! I shouldn't think of such a thing as kicking that brass rail. I should be wishing I could kneel down before it. Somehow, though, my mind wasn't on praying.
The usher stepped back, then hesitated.
Will this be all right, Mrs. Goode? Can you hear Dr. Shirey's sermon from here? Or would you rather be a little over toward the choir and the organ?
This is fine. Thank you kindly. I was surprised the man knew my name.
He smiled and handed me the morning bulletin.