Recently, I opened a storage box containing the scriptures that our children used to tote to church meetings and seminary growing up. Seeing their embossed names imprinted in gold or silver on the leather covers was nostalgic, but a little bittersweet. You see, two of our four adult sons are no longer a part of our faith. It was a moment emblematic of a…
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