An Existentialist Farm Boy’s Slow Fall Toward Jesus
Six years ago… or was it longer?… I was asked to pinch hit with a Sunday Sermon (the JPUSA pastors were out of town or something). What I offered up was a sort of old-school “testimony,” rough-hewn and homely. Here it is, this time with photos and a few minor corrections. A Montana farm boy that had two […]
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