We’ve all seen them, huddled in the front of the chapel, talking in hushed tones. Most of them are older, boring, stodgy folks. We know what they are doing. They don’t point, but you can tell by their condescending looks: They are talking about us. Our tattoos, our long hair and beards, our infrequent attendance, our *gasp* colored shirts, our non-traditional beliefs, maybe even our unruly kids. They are judging us. Then it ...
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