At one point in my life, I thought I had Christianity all figured out. I felt the twinge of pride as I "kept the faith" while people around me seemed to abandon their mission from God. I did everything I could to "present myself to God as one approved". I went to Russia as a short-term missionary. I amassed over fifteen thousand hours of bible reading. I missed only three Sunday services in twenty four years. And then it all fell apart.
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