(CC) Sleepwalking by Kit The second time I was called as bishop, my oldest son had just turned 18.  The day I was sustained was his last day to attend church.  He had not been a regular attender for some time by then.  His next younger brother, who had been very active in the church, and had served as president of his deacon and teachers’ quorums was also fading fast in his commitment to church. When the call came to serve, I wondered ...
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