I remember the first time I was given the chance to be the acolyte at our small Lutheran church in Georgia. I was probably about thirteen and was good at chasing butterflies. I was distractible. This was in the days … Continue reading
I remember the first time I was given the chance to be the acolyte at our small Lutheran church in Georgia. I was probably about thirteen and was good at chasing butterflies. I was distractible. This was in the days … Continue reading