Thanks for the Tomatoes
The year was 1992. I had gotten my first job as the “real pastor.” Complete with a parsonage and all. Coming home from work one fine day I entered the house, climbed the stairway to the kitchen, and in...
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Last night I found myself taking a few too many turns on the internet and landing in the midst of a photo album. A photo album that happened to contain a number of pictures of myself with my wife in...
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