Twas a Saturday evening just around suppertime and rather than crowd around the table to eat, the little troubadours made their way into the pew sitting directly in front of us. No sermon was spoken. In fact, not a word was exchanged between us. They lived their convictions and the generational testimony of faith – spoke.



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