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Fear Stinks Like A

I was born and raised in a small town. Taught to fear Jesus in that same small town. A Paper Mill town, 25 miles east of Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. There was no vision of social media when I was growing up. But … Continue reading

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You Mean He Just…

“You mean he just decided to ride his bike across the country by himself?”, my wife’s friend asked her recently. Well, not exactly. In fact, not even close. The idea of a cross-country bicycle trip had been with me since … Continue reading

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