The drunk stumbled up on a tent revival meeting just as they started up the baptizing. The preacher put his arm around him, asking him if wanted wanted to find Jesus.
“Why sure!” Continue reading
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Coming to Jesus
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Though I wasn’t an actual heathen, I looked like one compared to my older sister Phyllis. In her religious fervor, she never missed a church service, sang in the choir, and volunteered for all kinds of activities, while I dreaded Sunday mornings, knowing I’d have to sit through another long service. This really rankled me, so one Sunday I decided to Continue reading
Coming to Jesus
Though I wasn’t an actual heathen, I looked like one compared to my older sister Phyllis. In her religious fervor, she never missed a church service, sang in the choir, and volunteered for all kinds of activities, while I dreaded Sunday mornings, knowing I’d have to sit through another long service. This really rankled me, so one Sunday I decided to Continue reading
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