Last Saturday, for only the second time in my life I missed a preaching appointment during a meeting due to sickness. I don’t know if was something I ate, or just a “24 bug,” but I hadn’t been that sick in a long time.
As a result, I not only missed preaching Saturday night, but a Cracker Barrel breakfast with the elders and several brethren, and a steak dinner with two other couples. Continue reading
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