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The worry of being killed in church and the safety we are promised

from Mockingbird

Nov. 8: The first time I remember thinking about what it would mean to die with my church, I was in a cabin in the piney woods of Texas. Our family was attending the annual retreat, and the weather was horrible. My husband and I both got texts sent to our phones that basically said, “There’s a tornado right over your head. Run.” He looked over at me sleepily and said, “Well, at least we are with the church.” more

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