Today’s article is part of our summer series, “Be of Good Courage.” “Come in, I want to show you something,” my mother said as I stood at her front door holding a few bags of produce. “I can’t, Mom, it’s for your safety.” “But I’m making...
But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
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