CONFESSION OF GUILT

I had no experience when I started “my talkings” for feeble-minded adults. There they were sitting before me.. One Sunday Joan was sitting near to Thomas. In the midst of my message I saw that Julie could not resist putting her arms around the dirty neck of Thomas. She held her face close to the unshaven cheek of the tramp. What should I do? I saw the embarrassing situation. With a serious face, she came to me and said, “I want to tell you something. This morning I was in a church, and I saw all the gentlemen sitting in […]

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