In kindergarten, I went home one day with a paper clipped to my shirt. A mysterious message for my mom, but no one else got one…how strange. The note instructed my parents to seek medical attention for my hearing because it was evident to my teacher that I...
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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