When the Church Feels Fraudulent
I have a friend named Danny. He’s a notoriously good guy. Faithful husband, solid dad, coaches pee-wee soccer—the full package as good men…
Read MoreI have a friend named Danny. He’s a notoriously good guy. Faithful husband, solid dad, coaches pee-wee soccer—the full package as good men…
Read MoreMost of us rarely think in terms of decades. At best, weeks, and maybe months. So when my wife celebrates her four-decade mark…
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