Just As I Am

JUST AS I AM I was probably around ten years old at the time. I was with my grandmother attending a “revival” at her local church. I’m not sure why I was the only one with her that night or how I ended up agreeing to go to this particular service, but there I was sitting on a wooden pew in the middle of an old Southern Baptist church listening to some preacher I’d never seen or heard before in my life. A “revival” was typically a multi-night event stretched out over the middle of the week. Sometimes they...

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