Growing up in evangelical culture, you quickly become familiar with the art of the testimony: the personal recounting of what you were pre-Christ, and how and when God saved you.
I have an embarrassing memory I wish I could erase from my conscience of my awkward teenage self, standing in front of the entire church reading my testimony — which opened with…
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