The Day I Became a Man
By Peter W. Chin
There is a time for lament, and a time for lament to cease.
“Faith is not a breathing exercise to make us feel marginally more at peace in the midst of modern distraction. It is stern stuff that allows a person to stare into the darkest void and walk straight in. Faith was made for hardship, suffering, fear, and sickness, for nights like that night…”
(Read the article here.)
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