I was halfway through a draft of a blistering sermon on Romans 1:18 when I was startled by a scratching at my office door. My staff and parishioners knew to leave me alone on Thursday afternoons. I looked up to see a vision in turquoise . . .
Tag: Bronwyn Mauldin
Featured: Black Interest
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- Black Orchid Blues
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