A story is told of a little boy who was asked to recite Psalm 23 in church. In the days prior, the lad worked hard to memorize the precious words. But when he got in front of the congregation on the designated Sunday, his mind went blank. There he stood, silent, legs shaking, lips quivering, sweaty hands tightly gripping the microphone. At last, he cleared his throat and blurted out, “The Lor...
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