who can accept it?
Twenty-one months ago I was a youth pastor at a church, and then the elders voted to close the doors. The rent was too high, the tithes too low, and we couldn’t see an alternative. Attendance had been declining for several years and there was no easy way out. My idea was to keep the church together. To this day, aside from me and my wife, two remain from that church. The seeds of Adams Avenue.
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