Several years ago when I was preaching at the Hickman Mills church in Kansas City, I was canvassing the nearby neighborhood, passing out flyers inviting our neighbors to a Gospel Meeting.
I knocked on one door and the gentleman enthusiastically invited me to come in, which was unusual. He talked for a minute, then he said I want to show you something. He ran down the hallway and returned with some papers he wanted me to read. Continue reading
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