Emphasis Preaching Journal
When I was a...
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When I was a little girl, I was fortunate to live in a rural community that still had a piece of Americana: a country store. The little old gentleman who owned and operated the country store had a quiet kind of faith, but his actions spoke louder than his words. He never opened his store on Sundays, but he did have a few "Sunday rules." If parents needed milk for their children or someone needed a patent medicine, he'd let them have those specific items; but he wouldn't accept any money for them until Monday.
