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Why I Am A Christian, Part 1
I was born and raised a Christian, so I started out with one strike against me. How hard it is for the rich to enter the kingdom of heaven! I was better than other kids: didn’t cuss, didn’t dance, didn’t smoke, didn’t drink. But I didn’t want to be defined by what I didn’t do.…
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Achieving Dreams
Yesterday as I was taking Nelly to a friends house for a sleepover party, she was singing a song from Disney’s Cinderella: No matter how your heart is grieving If you keep on believing The dream that you wish will come true. “Do you belive that?” I asked. “Yes,” she said firmly. “But it’s not…