I’m aware of how strange some of this sounds even though the memories are precious to me…
I grew up in a home where I heard the Bible read aloud almost every day… where we went to church and learned memory verses… camps where we had “sword drills” (finding a specific place in the Bible as fast as possible and raising it in the air to see who’d be first), with parents who honoured it and its Author with their hearts, souls and lives.
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