Life-Transforming Fiction
Writing to the Lost
I wasn’t raised in church. In fact, my family never attended church together, not even once. As a kid, the only times I ever heard God mentioned at all was in my father’s angry expletives. I was sixteen years old before I learned the reason Jesus died upon the cross two thousand years ago. We were a family of heathens; and yet, despite my not knowing the Lord Jesus...
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