Every time that I leave a gathering where there are under twenty-ones present, my heart hurts for them, because, no matter what the words are that come out their mouths, the pain in their eyes screams louder.
When they experience Jesus deeply and personally, it is because, every day of their lives, they come face to face with the alternative. (And, this is America. This is the land where life is good.)
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