The Devil, My Daughter, and the Town That Almost Cares

My daughter is teary-eyed as she gets in the car. The only religion off the table for the kids to choose from was Satanism. Witchcraft, okayed. Voodoo, okayed. "I had to switch groups and I broke down crying in front of the whole class."

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Making Jesus Proud

My daughter and I share a dream. (Technically, it's a family dream, but this daughter talks about it the most, prays with me the most about it.) We call it: The Breakfast House. What is the Breakfast House? The BH is a place where missionaries who have no home, or for whatever reason can't go …