(Courtesy of http://www.planetnatural.com)
In March of 1966, I took my 7 month old
baby girl, boarded a plane (for the first time in my life), kissed my
husband goodbye, and flew 1,200 miles south to visit my in-laws.
“Me-me and Pampa” were happy to see me and their latest
grandchild, but I had an additional reason to go. I was interested in
checking out the Church/School my in-laws were attending, that had so
radically changed their lives. They were Christians, and “Pamps”
had e...
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