Years ago in our small town, I took my little boy for a =
ride on the back of my bicycle. We stopped at the post office to pick up =
my mail. I quickly scanned the pile and headed out. He asked if we =
had gotten any letters.
I said, “No, son. Just bills.”
Then he asked, “Dad, why do we always get his =
mail?”
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Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] =
www.grif.net =
"Jesus =
Knows Me, This I Love!"