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Heather B. Armstrong | January 11, 2008

Young preacher and his slip of the tongue

This is the kind of sermon that would get me out of bed at seven o’clock on a Sunday morning. I’d even put on pantyhose and say a prayer wherein I asked the Lord to bless all those who couldn’t make it this week, that they might be able to make it next week. And bless this food that it may nourish and strengthen our bodies.

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