My Testimony

Posted by Nick K

I received a call from my sister, who relentlessly urged me, as if it were a power greater than her, to bring my family & come spend a Sunday at a VFW where a small church was forming. I gave into her requests, & went, when I walked in, I had pre-conclusions of what I was going to find; people dressed in Sunday best, jumping up & down, thinking of the old cliché rolling down the isles. However, that was the farthest from the truth, I saw people of every background, & dress from ex-gang members, to huge burly bikes, & everything in between.

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