Disciple-Making Missionaries
When I was a child, our family had some friends who owned a motel in Rockport, TX. We would travel down about once a month to go fishing (my dad was an avid fisherman). Every night, we would walk out onto the long pier and fish under the lights. One night, everyone had been catching fish but me. I was ready to go back to the room, then all of a sudden, a good-sized flounde...
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