This morning I am in Bowling Green, Kentucky. Later I will drive over to Morgantown and preach the funeral for my Uncle, James O. Gabbard. He died last Thursday at 91. He lived a full and exciting life. He was a Christian. But finally my Uncle Oval met his appointment with death.
Death. It is a sobering word. A cold word. A frightening word. We don’t even Continue reading
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