Dark and Light
It was probably a week ago when I was in the lobby of my apartment complex for a meditation class. For those of you who aren’t meditators, I describe meditation as a form of prayer. One of the gentlemen in the lobby was Christan. Another gentleman was an ex-pastor. And then there was me. It almost sounds like a set-up …
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