Column: When mortal ills prevail
It was a typical Sunday morning. Mom and Dad were up in the choir loft. My older sisters were sitting in the high school pew where I, aged 10, was definitely not allowed. I was sitting with the deacons in my favorite spot: at the back, with a clear view of everyone and everything that went on in the sanctuary.
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