I went to The Movement last night, like I normally do on Saturday nights. My friend Mike is the young adult pastor, and it’s always a joy to hear him preach the gospel and make much of Jesus. I had been studying the background and introduction to 1 Peter most of the day, and debated on not going out of sheer mental exhaustion. Something pressed me forward and compelled me to go anyway. I’m glad I did, because I witnessed a miracle.
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