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I pastor Grace Presbyterian Church in Kernersville, North Carolina which locals fondly refer to as K-vegas -- the town not the church. As D.T. Niles once said, "I am not important except to God."

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randamir in Uncategorized November 1, 2007 25 Words

Okay, Top ELEVEN, No TWELVE Comments…

The new Number 1 comment at the Ramblers Randonee will undoubtedly be about THIS followed by groans and tri-syllabic….. I don’t know what to say. Dude!

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