Father velseb. Tall and large. His hair dark and messy. His thick black beard untamed like his hair. As small, circle shaped glasses sat on his face. His entire presence seeming unfit for a holy man. His knowledge of God though was astounding. As he stood at the doorway to the church, greeting people with his signature thick southern accent. A unnerving smile on his face. One of large hands holding his bible as the other shook hands of attendees. His hands looked big enough to crush someone.