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My earliest memories of God centered around a small Methodist church located in a tiny north Mississippi town my mother’s family had faithfully attended since before anyone could remember. One Sunday evening when I was four years old, my mother told me to get ready for church, which seemed odd to me because we had already been to church that day. But I remember my joyful anticipation. When I asked her why we would go right back to church in the evening after going in the morning, I heard her say, “Because we’re going to see God.” I’m quite positive . . .
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My earliest memories of God centered around a small Methodist church located in a tiny north Mississippi town my mother’s family had faithfully attended since . . .
Several years ago, I received a phone call from my niece, Madison: “Uncle Phil, I prayed to receive Jesus into my heart tonight. I know . . .
“Emotion.” For some, even saying or hearing the word activates . . . emotion. But what is it? Or perhaps the question is, “What are . . .
