Any church is just a building. It’s the people and, for me, the memories that make it special.I grew up in a tiny country church where each person knew each other and knew their kin.When my Mama, a brave 18-year-old, came down from the mountains, she was greeted by her maternal aunts and uncles who had ventured 45 miles of winding, treacherous roads in hopes of making a better l...
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