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• Sin Is Like a Rock

  Carol McClain      @carol_mcclain The elders in my daughter’s church handed out rocks. These weren’t pretty, soothing objects like worry rocks or quartz or painted ones with happy messages or water-smoothed pebbles. Each was large enough to hold but oddly shaped and rough. The pastor instructed us to hold the stone throughout the service. Being the obsessively dutiful woman I am, I held this rough, craggy rock. What a pain in the palm! Throughout worship and the lifting of hands, all during the sermon and flipping Bible pages, this unwieldy thing distracted me. I could hold it and could lift it or… ...[ full story ]

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