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My obsession with jumping off of high places started when I was three years old. The apparatus was a typical bunk bed. The technique was amateurish, and involved a lot of flailing about. The reason was… well… actually it was an accident; the kind of accident that happens when you are supposed to be napping, [...]
When I was nine, I ruled a vast domain. Our subdivision was marked out by the convenience store on the corner at one end, and the ravine of the Sheep River on the other. Within a five minute bike ride was everything a young boy needed- swampland, construction sites, and long, straight stretches of asphalt. [...]
It saddens me to hear that saintly kids are still being taught that evangelism means avoiding at all costs, the people who Jesus died for. You can now be born in a Christian hospital, go to Christian school, attend Christian university, become a pastor, and spend your last days in a quaint [...]
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