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    Before our mission team left for New York City, we knew that Missionary Ron Taylor did “subway evangelism.”  We don’t have subways in Cincinnati, Ohio, so there was not one member of our seven-person missions team that wasn’t looking forward to an evening of “subway evangelism.” But the devil was really working against it.  Subway evangelism was scheduled for Wednesday. We planned to leave about 5:00 pm so we could…

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    On May 29th, I packed up the car and took off for Junction City, Kansas, with my two grandsons; Jay (two weeks before his 12th birthday) and his brother, Luke, age 10. My son, Toby, is in the Army, stationed at Fort Riley, Kansas.  He lives on the Army Post with his wife, Amy, and their three little girls (ages 5, 4, and almost 3).  Amy was undergoing a hernia…

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    Last Saturday, my son-in-law, Donnie, invited me to go to the shooting range with the family.  I hadn’t been shooting in years, and I’d only shot a shotgun twice in my entire lifetime, but I had never attempted to shoot skeet before, so I went along. We drove to a shotgun shooting range about an hour north of us.  Then Donnie set up the skeet launcher.  The only way that…