Spiritual Growth
From Despair to Dawn
There’s a place so lonely, so frightening, it’s closer to hope than you can imagine.
Spiritual Growth
There’s a place so lonely, so frightening, it’s closer to hope than you can imagine.
When I was in second grade I got my mouth washed out with soap. I no longer remember what I said; I remember only the horrible taste of Ivory soap as the teacher rammed the bar into my mouth and then made me wash down the sudsy residue with wate …
My friend Andre and I were blasting down a dirt road in the Florida backwoods in his dad’s brand new 1975 Delta 88, a car so big that only a few minor modifications would be needed to turn it into a combat vehicle. We were approaching 60 mph whe …
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