A Fleming Rutledge story from New York for Christmas
From there: ‘Years ago when I served at a church in New York City, I used to hang around with some urbane literary types, most of them disdainful of religion. I have never forgotten one conversation I had. The man … Continue reading A Fleming Rutledge story from New York for Christmas
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