There I was, kneeling before the five-and a-half-foot cross in my parents’ prayer room, but this was no ordinary prayer time. I had in my hand the sharpest knife I could find.
And my words were even sharper: “Jesus, you are a fake and a liar. You are the reason for my pain.”What brings a person...
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