I Met Family Radio Fanatics and All I Got Was This Pamphlet
So, I went to lunch today and who do I see walking in front of me on Boylston Street?! YES. A Family Radio Fanatic. He was a sweet old man who explained I still had time to “cry out for mercy,” and said, “God bless” to me. And of course I said it back. I’m damned, not rude. Crying out seems so shameless and flashy, though. Is it too late for simple repenting? Read more