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Yes, this is a real thing. Shaking my head.



We took a week off from our search because we had a visiting granddaughter. Visiting unknown churches is awkward enough without the added awkwardness of a child who may or may not find enough in the service to keep her interested--or at least still. And what if the unknown pastor should say something heretical, or just plain wrong? I don't want to have to explain to her that no, Jesus never rode dinosaurs.


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