I want you to know about Alan, a young man whose eyes could gleam with mischief, whose language was dancing, and whose suffering – I believe – earned him a free ticket into the Kingdom. Alan would’ve turned twenty-three this June. I know, because...
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Family
I’m mulling over a discussion I had recently with a young atheist, a chap who was raised Christian but has come to the viewpoint that the whole thing is a story, a fable, rubbish. He’s too clever by half to fall for that sort of thing and I didn’t...
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