Sunday memories – such precious memories. When my children were little, and my mother was alive we had a certain routine that we followed for Sundays. J.C. and I got the children dressed and then we dressed. There was no question about if we were going, it was understood that we would be in God’s house on Sunday morning and evening and Wednesday night. My husband had been ordained a deacon a couple of years before we were married, and his dedication to serving God matched the way my mother had brought me up. Sunday morning started Saturday. If John

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