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Will Your Kids Follow Your Faith?

The picture that accompanies this post made me cry when I saw it. It’s a picture of three hands: mine, my daughter Rebecca’s, and my granddaughter Tarah’s. I objected when the wedding photographer suggested it because my hand was black and blue and swollen from multiple stabs at inserting an I.V. (pun intended) by a nurse who needed some practice and thought I’d do as a guinea pig. I was on the way to the wedding when I took a detour to a Las Vegas hospital with a kidney stone and a few other painful maladies. I wasn’t at all […]

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