Morning Thanks–a sermon
She interrupted my sermon. . .but then, I’m not a preacher. I’m a teacher–or I was a teacher. When I stood before them in that little church
James C. Schaap
October 5, 2012
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She interrupted my sermon. . .but then, I’m not a preacher. I’m a teacher–or I was a teacher. When I stood before them in that little church
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I’m going to admit something that’s probably unfashionable for an English professor: I actually like Facebook. I’ve heard all the critiques—and understand and even agree
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