Night sky of tears
“Sadness can feel sky high. Yet, the Holy One, who stretched the heavens, walks with us.”
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Pastor/parents are faced with a conundrum this year: do they force (or strongly encourage) their children to go to Sunday worship on Christmas? Andrew Taylor Troutman has decided yes, and here’s why.
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